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She peers down between my legs, eyeing the zipper over my semi. And I watch the twitch of her lips before folding them into each other.
“Anyway, I was walking home that night, already nursing a high ankle sprain, my heart was racing.” I reach for her hand and rub my thumb over her smooth, dainty hands. “You were taking a huge portion of space in my mind without even meeting you. It was dark; I tripped, felt a pop and knew immediately it was a major injury. It hurt so fugging bad. My phone fell out and I had to crawl to find it to call an ambulance.”
I gently pull her legs into my lap with her brace laying over my groin. She doesn’t flinch, a good sign.
“I’m sorry that happened to you, but you don’t truly blame me.” It’s more a question than a statement.
Adalee lays her hand on the back of mine letting it linger. “I was trying to convince myself that I wasn’t attracted to you. Chaz expected more than I could give. It was my way of punishing myself for getting derailed. I’ve worked my whole life for gymnastics. I wanted to be the first in the SEC to perform this big difficult skill and hopefully win the conference all around, or at very least the vault title. One little glimpse of the Transfer, and I’m just as thirsty as every other girl on campus. It’s not how I want to be known.”
I lean forward to grab her other hand. “Let me relieve any doubts you may have about yourself. No other girl compares to you—on any campus—in my eyes.”
A pink blush washes over her face. It’s like a beautiful photograph a professional photographer would capture. Her back against the window with the moonlight outlining her hair, and a shadow creeping across her face but in the middle of it all—a light pink soft petal. My heart squeezes.
“I’ve been swooning with the rest of the female population...ugh.”
“Adalee,” I scoff. “If that was you swooning, you need to practice your swooning skills. I thought you were ready to string me up by my—”
She smacks my hand, interrupting. “When I heard you laugh that night, something happened. Add in your easy going swagger and that was all it took to get into my head—to turn my attention away from gymnastics.”
Trying to lighten the mood, I hold my palms up, I notice the cotton material I have wrapped around my hand is stained with blood. “What can I say?” An exaggerated grin stretches across my face. It’s so gigantic, my muscles hurt. Her comments make me feel fan-fucking-tastic. Too bad she doesn’t seem to share my enthusiasm.
She attempts to slip her hands from mine, but I hold steady without gripping too hard. The last thing I want to do is squeeze overly hard and break a bone. I’d be in the doghouse for eternity.
”Hagan,” she rasps.
My dick jumps at the sexy hum of her tone saying my name. “Adalee.”
Her voice is barely above a whisper when she says, “I’ve never lost focus before, and I blamed you for the injury because you were all I could think about. And after Chaz, I vowed no more cocky athletes; that’s why I’ve been fighting this.” She looks down, tenting her nose and mouth, releasing a heavy sigh. “But that’s not all. I’ve never been truly cared for, and I built a fence, insulating myself from more heartache. Gymnastics is the only love I’ve ever had in my life,” she says with so much pain in her moonlit eyes.
I press the button on the door that scoots my seat back. The sound vibrates between us, and the heat whirs in the background. Then I grab her waist and gently set her on my lap, slipping her brace leg through the console opening. Our clothed bodies meet and press into each other.
“Do you wish I didn’t exist?” I ask while roaming my hands over her thighs, and up her back.
“Hagan, I’m glad you exist.”
ChapterNineteen
Adalee
“Good to know.”He shakes his head while his coy glance bounces off me.
I get lost in the confidence his smile holds. “This isn’t me. I don’t make out with random guys.” I say with a ragged breath. The tension subsides when I let my thigh muscles relax. My center falls against his groin. The hard bulge feels so good against my pelvis. I thread my hands around his neck.
“I’m not random and you know it.” His breath caresses my face. “We’ve danced around our connection long enough.” His hands slowly crawl up my arms. His fingers twiddle with the fragments of thread on the edge of my scarf. The back of his hands are roped, and his knuckles turn white as he grips it tighter, pulling our faces together.
“I don’t let my mind wander. I stay focused.”
He laughs but it’s broken. “I won’t let you get distracted.”
I utter softly, “I like you.”
He moves his hands to my waist, gently moving me over his erection. The intensity of his gaze is sweltering, and my natural instincts kick in. I begin grinding myself against his hardness and the rough texture of jeans. And that zipper. Holy moly.
His tongue darts out, sweeping over his lips. He gives me one last look for consent, and then he claims me. This kiss isn’t hesitant—it’s dominant. His pulse races. I can feel his heartbeat in the cushion of his lips. Then he mumbles, “I like,” he pauses as his tongue explores the depths on my mouth. “You.”
My heart rattles against my rib cage. My body presses into him and pleasure snakes down to my core. He kisses me and as we grind. My panties are soaked. Hagan’s thumb rubs circles over my jeans while digging his fingers into the slope of my hips.
Desire bursts from my body as my hips roll faster. His kiss drives deeper taking everything I have. I’ve never been kissed like this. When we kissed the first time, it was the best, but now this has replaced it. How can he keep getting better?
