She’s electrifying.
“I promise I won’t let it interfere with my studies and we’ll keep things separate. Don’t make me beg, Brin. Please say yes.”
The irony in my statement is that I would get down on my knees in front of this beautiful girl and make a complete and utter fool of myself if it would win me a date with her.
I continue peppering her with kisses—gentle pecks across her flesh, enjoying the goosebumps that follow in my wake. She tilts her head to the side and offers me more of her. God, I want it all. Right now. Right here.
But when Brin places a palm over my chest, I step away and straighten my back. Just a few kisses and I’m already panting. My dick throbs inside my track shorts.
“As long as things don’t get weird or cause a distraction during your tutoring sessions, I want to go out with you.”
Her answer thrills me, and I pick her up and swing her around in my arms as she giggles, the sound going straight to my heart.
“I promise. No weirdness. So how about we go out after my game this Saturday?”
She nods with a sweet and flirty smile. “Okay.”
“You just made my week. I can die a happy man.”
I drop her to her feet and she swats me. “Don’t talk like that! At least take me on our date before you keel over.”
Dropping one last kiss on the top of her head, I nod. “Fine. Have it your way.”
She takes bouncy steps as we descend the stairway and I follow her back out to her car. I watch the way her feminine hips sway as she walks and it’s sexy as fuck. I know I’m going to be dreaming about it until our date night.
How am I going to wait until Saturday to kiss her again?
I’m not…
We get to the car and she unlocks it with the snick of the key fob as I stand behind her to open the door.
As she turns around, I frame her face in my hands and crush my mouth against hers.
My tongue slips through her parted lips and I kiss her until she’s panting hard.
When I finally let her go, she cocks her head to the side with a smile.
“What was that for?” she asks, biting down on that juicy lip of hers.
“That’s just a taste of what’s in store for you on Saturday night after the game.”
ChapterSeven
Brinly
“Is Mr. Stud Hockey Player going to be your date to the haunted house for Halloween?”
My head pops up from the table where I’ve been researching, reading, and writing an essay on the aspects of gender and sexuality in contemporary literature for the last two hours. Maddie stands next to me, hands on her hips that jut to the side, staring down at me expectantly.
I shrug my shoulder and set down my highlighter, rubbing my temple where a low-grade headache has been gathering. “I can only assume you mean Preston?”
She rolls her eyes sarcastically. “Well, der. Word around the house is you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with a certain hockey player. So, what gives?”
Just then, Lola walks by in stocking feet and pj’s, with a bowl of popcorn in her hands. I give her the evil eye and she widens her eyes and shakes her head, silently denying she blabbed.
While it’s true, I have been spending a lot of my time hanging out with Preston this week—as much as we can between his practices, games, schoolwork and my extra-curricular activities—I’ve been trying to keep it on the down low.
I’ve never been a girl who likes to flaunt myself in front of others. I’ll take the back seat to my friends and their accomplishments as I quietly go about my business. Maybe it’s because all my life I was left in the shadows by my mother while she worked sixteen hours a day and traveled the world on business, only bringing me along to show me off at parties or events.
