I gave him the finger, ignoring my pounding heart and my hardening cock that was way too interested in the feel of his mouth on mine.
“I think you need to leave before I say something I’ll regret,” I said in a low voice. He instantly straightened up, his teasing expression disappearing as he tilted his head toward Micah.
“Micah?”
“Yeah, I’ll come with you.” Micah answered his unspoken question. Curling his fingers gently around Ava’s jaw, he lifted her head, kissing her pouty lips. She pressed into him, deepening the kiss, and my boner went from a semi to full mast. I turned away, studying the photos as I reminded myself that now was not the time. Fucking inconvenient erections.
“Ava, want us to swing by the sorority house first? You said you needed to get some books from there, didn’t you?” Micah murmured when he released her.
“I do…can you take me to the rink after? Gray, you can meet me there, can’t you?”
I nodded shortly, still facing the board. My fingers curled around the edge of my desk, white-knuckling the wood. “Cruz. Can I speak to you for a second? Alone?”
I was glad they could read me so well, because no one put up an argument. The door creaked, Ava and Micah calling out soft goodbyes as they left my bedroom and closed the door behind them, sealing Cruz and me inside.
I spun around to face him, jerking backward when I found him much closer than I’d anticipated.
“Don’t ever fucking kiss me again without my permission,” I growled.
“Why? Because I might give you another boner?” His eyes flicked down to the erection tenting my sweatpants, and he licked his lips.
“Don’t do that.”
He stepped closer, his dark gaze meeting mine. “Do what?”
“You fucking know what.”
“Cross. Shut the fuck up,” he said, and then he leaned in, sliding his mouth over mine.
Oh, shit. I wanted to hate it on principle, because it was Cruz fucking Martinez, but I didn’t hate it. Okay…I did, a little. But only because he was a smug fucker who had been needling me endlessly until I cracked. Needing to be proactive and to show him I wasn’t just going to stand there and passively take it, I grabbed him around the back of the neck like he’d done to me earlier, tugging him closer with a firm grip.
He hummed approvingly, nipping at my bottom lip until I growled under my breath and opened my mouth to him. When his tongue slid alongside mine, he pressed his hips into me, and— What the hell? I had Cruz Martinez’s hard shaft rubbing against my erection.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I gasped, shoving him backward again. He went without complaint, his eyes sparkling with annoyingly smug satisfaction as his heated gaze raked over me.
“You’re not a bad kisser…for a hockey player,” he said.
“How many hockey players have you kissed?” I didn’t even recognize my voice, it was so strangled with jealousy.Jealousy? No. That could not be jealousy. Fuck my life.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” That annoying fucking smirk appeared again, and the only thing I could do at this point was to kiss it off his mouth.
“Tell me.” I bit at his jaw as he raked his fingers through my hair, cupping the back of my skull.
“Shit, Cross. Hockey players aren’t my type. You’re the only one.”
“Yeah?” My mouth found his again.
His lips curved up against mine. “Yeah. Now, let go of me so I can go get you some answers.”
“You started it,” I muttered, but I let him go, discreetly adjusting my erection so it wasn’t so prominent. He caught my actions, though, chuckling as he cupped his own bulge through his jeans.
“We’ll finish this later. After I’ve compiled your little cult dossier.”
Like fuck would we. I rubbed my hand over my mouth, watching him walk toward the door. He opened it, but before he could step into the hallway, I called out his name.
“Cruz. Stay safe, okay?”
“I will. You too,” he said.
