Drew’s fingers tightened around mine. “Welcome to being a hockey player’s girlfriend.”
“Is that what I am? Your girlfriend?”
The question tumbled from my lips before I could stop it, heat crawling up my neck. We’d been practically inseparable since our first kiss, but we hadn’t defined whatever this thing was.
Drew stopped walking and turned to face me. Those hazel eyes—the ones I couldn’t stop thinking about when I should’ve been focusing on literally anything else—searched mine while that cocky smile I used to hate, but now always made desire pool low in my belly, spread across his lips.
“Harper Tinsley,” he announced loud enough that several students turned to stare. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
My heart raced. “Are you sure? We’ve only been?—”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” His thumb traced over my knuckles, sending sparks up my arm. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice sent liquid heat straight to my core. “Yes,” I whispered, then louder, more confident, “yes, I want to be your girlfriend.”
He kissed me right there in the middle of campus. Phones rose around us, capturing the moment, but my eyes drifted closed as I leaned into his kiss. I ignored the whispers and the excited murmur that erupted around us. I couldn’t bring myself to care about social media fodder when Drew’s lips claimed mine—marking me as his in a way he’d never claimed anyone else.
“Get a room!” someone called out, followed by laughter.
Drew pulled back, his eyes dark with promise. “Not a bad idea.”
The rest of the day was pure torture—stolen glances and casual touches that were anything but casual. Drew’s hand on the small of my back as we walked to class. His fingers tangling with mine under the table during lunch with my friends. The way he’d lean close to whisper things that made my skin flush and had nothing to do with whatever we were supposed to be discussing.
By evening, the tension between us was unbearable. We’d survived dinner with the hockey guys and their good-natured ribbing, but I couldn’t focus on the conversation—not with Drew’s hand on my thigh, his thumb drawing lazy circles that made it impossible to think straight.
“We should head back,” I said as the conversation around the dining hall table shifted to summer training plans.
“Yeah?” Drew’s voice dropped to a rumble meant only for me. “Why’s that?”
The heat in his eyes told me he knew exactly why, but if he needed me to say it, then I would. “Because if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something that’ll give your teammates a lot more to talk about.”
His grip on my thigh tightened, and he leaned over, whispering in my ear. “As much as I love the idea of laying you out on this table and eating your pussy until you cream all over my face, I can’t stand the idea of anyone else seeing your face when you come or watching your body melt for me. Let’s go,” he said, already pushing back from the table and grabbing my hand.
We barely made it through my front door before Drew had me pressed against it, his mouth hot and demanding against mine. My keys clattered to the floor as I wound my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
“Don’t we need to pick up Rory?” I managed between kisses, my brain struggling to form coherent thoughts.
“Texted Ava at dinner. Asked if she could watch her a little longer.” His lips found my pulse point. “She offered to keep her overnight.” His hands framed my face, tilting my head back so he could trail kisses down my throat. “Which means now I have all night to celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?” God, his kisses were dangerous. I couldn’t think straight when he knew how to make my body come alive in ways I’d only dreamed about.
He pulled back, his eyes dark with need. “Having the most beautiful girlfriend on campus. Getting to call you mine.” His thumb traced my bottom lip. “Everyone knowing you chose me.”
The honesty in his voice undid me completely. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for another kiss, this one desperate and needy. He responded immediately, his hands sliding to my waist, lifting me until I had to wrap my legs around him.
“Bedroom, now,” I managed between kisses, both of us breathing hard.
“Thank fuck,” he muttered, carrying me up the stairs like I weighed nothing.
He set me down just inside my room, and for a moment we just looked at each other. Then his mouth was on mine again, his hands sliding into my hair as I melted against him, soft sounds escaping my lips despite my attempt to stay quiet. “I love the noises you make,” he whispered against my ear, his breath making me shiver.
“Drew.” His name fell from my lips as he walked me backward toward the bed.
“Tell me what you want, Harper.”
The command in his voice sent heat spiraling through me. “You. Just you.”
He flashed that cocky grin that used to infuriate me and now made my knees weak. “Good answer.”
