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But I stop him and turn. “Bye, Sabrina. Good night Chloe. See you tomorrow.”
I can feel Aria’s eyes following me into my house. The pinched look on her face makes walking away, dripping wet, worth every second.
29
Brady
I’m not sure what just happened, but it got my girl away from everyone else, so I am not complaining. She is leading me up the stairs and does remind me of a pissed off pixie right now. I’m going to keep that thought to myself for the time being, though, because I plan on her enjoying the rest of her night, not getting myself kicked out of her room. At some point, I will tell her that she is fucking adorable when she gets pissed off.
She pulls us into her room and locks the door behind her. I’m not sure exactly what happened outside, but Nat doesn’t seem upset. She is soaking wet from head to toe and dripping on her rug. The look on her face tells me she’s lost some of her bravado from a minute earlier.
“Just give me a minute. I need to dry off and change my clothes.” Leaning up on her toes, she kisses me quickly. “I will be right back out.” She’s closing the door to what I am guessing is her en suite bathroom before I’ve said anything at all.
I walk around the room, taking it all in. There is a whole lot of white in this room. I do see some signs of my girl, though. Her black dance bag with her monogram embroidered on it in pink is thrown in the corner. There are a few pictures on a shelf over her desk. One is of her and another guy. It looks like she just finished a performance, and happiness is pouring out of her. A rose gold Mac Book is sitting on the desk right next to a photo of her Cooper and Declan after a Notre Dame game. Nattie is wearing the gold jersey, with a Notre Dame hat and cutoff jeans.
A few fancy sketches are sitting on her desk. With some fancy kind of marker, I’ve never seen before, sitting next to them.
I tentatively sit on her bed, situating myself back by her headboard. Why the hell do girls have so many pillows? Her blanket is white, the thin curtains hanging around her bed are white. She has twinkly lights mixed in that look cool. Her bed is big and soft as hell.
Everything about this room screams pure as the driven snow, and I want to do filthy things to my girl in here.
“You look ridiculous on that princess bed.” She leans against the doorframe, smiling, and that’s all I care about right now.
“I feel like I need to take my shoes off in your room. I don’t want to get anything dirty.”
Climbing up on the other side of the bed, Nat leans back against her wall of pillows. “Then take your shoes off. Get comfy. Or we can head back outside. I just had to change.” I take in what she changed into. She’s in dark green boxer shorts and a threadbare Notre Dame t-shirt.
“Were you planning on going back out to the party dressed like that, Nattie?”
She scoots back a little and sits with her legs crossed. “I don’t feel like going back out to the party, Brady.”
“Then, let’s not.” I kick my shoes off and sit back on the bed, mirroring Nat.
“For a girl that supposedly doesn’t like football, you have a lot of football t-shirts.”
“I may not love the sport, but I love the teams that make Dec and Coop happy. I love supporting them. Stealing their shirts is just a bonus.”
“Tell me something.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Hmmm. Like what?”
“Something nobody else knows.”
Natalie doesn’t hesitate. She turns her head so that she is looking right into my eyes. “I’ve never wanted somebody to kiss me as much as I want you to right now.”
“Then come here, Sweetheart.” I place my hands on her hips and pick her up, helping her move so she is straddling my legs. Moving my hands to either side of her face, I look at her. “Do you have any idea how much I want you, Nat? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the first night you came to town. I saw you standing in the kitchen and knew you were different. I had no idea you were going to change my entire world. But I think I knew that night that you would change it.” I lean in and brush my lips over hers.
Deepening the kiss, she opens for me, and my tongue tangles with hers.
Moving one of my hands down her back, resting it just above her ass, I pull her, so she sits flush against me. Nat raises on her knees slightly, then finds the position she was looking for and settles more in my lap. I know she can feel my dick trying to push its way through my jeans.
I pull back slightly and lick my way down her neck. When I suck on the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder, and Nat lets out the sweetest sound.
My hands have moved to rest at her waist, just under her shirt, but I’m not sure how far she will be comfortable with, so I leave them there. Natalie’s skin is smooth and sweet and tastes like oranges.
God, I’ll never be able to eat an orange again without thinking of this girl.
She raises her ass up again and then grinds down on my cock.
