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“Mhm.” I glance down at her widened thighs and the tight waistband of her pants, my brain divulging in ideas of what I could do and how quickly I could make them happen. However, my promise to her about not kissing her bats them down. Almost. “They’re supposed to be.”
“Which college…” I swear I hear her swallow. “Did you want to go to?”
“Not sure yet.” My index finger dips between the snug material at her hips, feeling her warm skin underneath. “Where are you going, Mags?”
“Not far,” she mutters. “I want to stay close to home.”
Because of her dad, makes sense.
“Art school still?” She bobs her head. “Let me know as soon as you can.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going where you are,” I reply matter-of-factly.
“Wha—no.” My brows clash together, and she notices, quickly righting herself as to not hurt my feelings with, “I mean, you should go to wherever would benefit you.”
“That would benefit me,” I retort, ridding the idea of sliding her sweats down. “You don’t know how much that would benefit me, Mags.”
“You have to be smart about this.”
I bob my head because the last thing I need is Frank or her old man to come in here with her naked ass on the countertop. “I know.”
“You’ll have to see which programs interest you. What kind of incentives they’d offer, like housing and food. Your books.” I slide my fingers down to the apex of her legs. “If all your tuition is paid for.”
“That’s usually what happens with a full scholarship.” My lips part as the plane of my middle finger glides down the center of her clothed core. A small little shudder from Magnolia is my only indication that it did something to her because I think she’s stopped breathing.
“Also…the uniforms.”
“The uniforms?” I steer my focus back up to her, and she’s silently panting. A light blush already flushed on her cheeks. “What about them?”
“You…you don’t want them to be ugly.”
Literally, I could laugh at how much I know she doesn’t give a shit about football uniforms; she is trying to distract me from touching her intimately. However, I can’t help but notice how she hasn’t kicked me in the balls yet.
“No, we wouldn’t want that,” I agree, beginning a circle around her warm core. “What do you suggest?”
“Umm…I—uh…”
“Red, good?” I press, saving her from having to remember the colors of the rainbow and wishing like hell that I could feel how wet she is right now against my skin.
“Red,” she mutters off a shallow exhale. “Red’s good.”
“And we’d have to make sure the mascot was on point, too.”
She mindlessly bobs her head, dropping her chin to watch what I’m doing. What she’s not stopping. “Yeah…absolutely.”
“And what about the art program?”
“What?”
“The art program,” I repeat, leaning closer to her. “You know I’m not going to a college without you, Mags.”
She does this cute little growl thing, hinting to the civil war forming in her head. She doesn’t want to want me, but she has to. I’m not totally blind to my ongoing attraction to her to of made all this up. “You have to.”
“I don’t have to do anything,” I retort, smelling French onion dip and paint off her lips and skin. The shit doesn’t steer me off my mission of making her come in front of me and hear what she sounds like. It doesn’t matter if she rolled around in nuclear waste, I’d still do exactly what I’m doing to her right now. “I’m already having a hard time when I got you spread and my fingers just want to dip inside you, Magnolia.”
“You…can’t.” She won’t pry her focus off my chest. “You said you wouldn’t kiss me.”
