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“I’m a relationship kind of girl. I can’t do one-night stands. It’s not me,” I tell him.
“What if I want more than just one night?” he questions.
I reach up and gently kiss the side of his mouth. “Then I’d say you better be damn sure before you come and promise me something like that.”
He studies my face searching for something in my eyes, then nods. “Okay,” he says, taking a step back and giving me room to think.
“Thanks for walking me home,” I tell him. “And for the clothes,” I add, tugging on my shirt.
“Am I ever going to get those back?” he asks smugly.
I laugh. What a fool. “Miller, you should know you never offer your clothes to a woman and expect to get them back.”
He shakes his head in exasperation then steps forward, pushing me up against the wall again. “I bet you’re going to sleep in it, imagining it’s me curled around you instead,” he says with hooded eyes.
I don’t respond because that’s exactly what I was planning on doing, and he knows it. He takes my silence as a big fat whoppingyesand smirks at me with the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen. A smile that I’d love to see again, maybe looking up at me from between my legs.
Shit.
I put my hand on his chest and gently push him away. “Goodnight, Miller,” I say softly.
“Goodnight, Dani,” he answers in the same hushed tone. I reach up and give him one last kiss on the cheek before slipping through my door and practically running to my room. I let out a sigh, which could very probably be misinterpreted as more of a moan, before flopping on my bed.
Once reality has finally come back to me, I slip off his gym shorts and find some underwear. I send a quick text off to Sophie, letting her know I’m okay, and slide in under my covers.
His shirt wraps around me, just as he had expected, and I fall asleep imagining that it’s his arms wrapped securely around me.
Chapter 6
Miller
Ipinchthebridgeof my nose as my head begins to pound. “Shut the fuck up,” I groan into my pillow. Music blasts downstairs, and I swear I can feel the bass blasting right through my skull.
A loud knocking sounds at my door followed by Tank calling out. “Get up, man. Cleaning crew is here,” he says, referring to the few freshman kids on the team who offered to help clean up for a few brownie points.
I glance over at the clock. 10 a.m. Shit.
Tank and I had only gone to bed a few hours ago after staying up all night, drinking beer, and talking about our big plans and dreams for the future. How we’re going to the NHL and going to live it up big. Yet somehow, Dani kept popping into my head, and I’d bet that Tank was thinking the same about Sophie. Maybe he was right yesterday when he said things were changing.
Her words last night pulled at something within me. The moment she said she was a relationship girl, I knew immediately that I wanted that with her. But what if she’s right? What if I’m not ready for that? I’ve done the relationship thing once, and it came back to bite me in the ass, which is why I only use girls for sex, earning myself the reputation I deserve.
But Dani. There’s something about that girl, and I wasn’t lying when I said I needed to figure her out.
She told me to be damn sure before I go searching for something with her, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do because the last thing I want is to hurt her. She deserves more than that. She has already been hurt by some jackass, and I swear, I will find out what he did to her, and I will hunt the motherfucker down.
I groan as I climb out of bed and head into the bathroom. I walk up to the vanity mirror and take myself in. I look like shit. I reach into the shower to turn on the hot water and begin stripping off my clothes. The realization that Dani was the last one in this shower, standing in this very spot while butt naked, has my dick twitching to life.
I’m pulling my underwear down when I catch sight of something black sitting on the floor by the vanity. I stride over and pick up the material, realizing Dani left her lacy thong in my bathroom. My dick hardens as I hold the flimsy material between my fingers, thinking about the last place this material touched.
I can’t help but laugh. The fun I’m going to have with this. But first, I need to deal with the fucking monster between my legs.
Getting in the shower, I immediately get to work, desperate for a release. I curl my fingers around the base of my cock, working my way up and down as her face lingers in my mind. Stroke after stroke, thinking about sinking my cock deep into her sweet cunt. I know nothing will ever come close to how amazing the real thing would be, but damn, if this is the next best thing, I’ll fucking take it.
I picture her eyes looking up at me as she wraps her lips around me, teasing my tip with her tongue as she takes me deep into her mouth. She smirks at me, and that’s enough to throw me over the edge. I find my release and groan her name as I come hard.
Fuck. I’ve got to have her.
After finishing in the shower, I pull on a pair of jeans and jam her lacy thong into my pocket like some kind of fucked-up stalker. But hey, it gives me another excuse to see her again. Grabbing a shirt, I head out into the hallway, dreading the clean-up that awaits me.
