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When I straightened, I was covered only by the pale pink panties clinging to my hips.
Patrick leaned back, his eyes narrowed. They weren’t ice anymore, or even water. They were colorless steam, hot with lust.
My panties fell to the floor. The draft from the open window popped my skin into goosebumps.
“Say something,” I whispered.
His gaze lingered on my soft spots. “Even better than I remembered.”
It wasn’t much of a compliment, but the impact hit me more than anyone else sayingyou’re beautiful.
“I’m glad you think so.” I cocked my hip, trying for confidence. “I’ve let a lot go. I haven’t worked out since November. I quit the cheerleading team. If you’ve fantasized about me in my uniform, too bad. I can’t zip it up right now.”
I meant to throw him a challenge, but this was more of a confessional.
“I like you like this.” His eyes deliberately moved over my body. “And I like that you’re embarrassed about it. Gets me hard.”
“Why?” I pressed my hands to my cheeks, then swept back my hair, feeling ten times nakeder. “Why does it turn you on when I’m embarrassed?”
“It’s how God made me. Turns you on too.”
“Your kinks are freaky,” I announced. “I’m here because…”
“Because I’m paying you so well?”
I glared at him. “Because I needed another activity this semester. The pay’s just okay. If I hadn’t seen your shitty car, I’d ask for more.”
His eyelids lowered, and a sardonic smile tugged at his mouth. “Take it from me, Christina, it’ll save you a lot of time and energy if you don’t fight who you are.”
“What do you care about my time and energy?”
That smile flickered over his lips. “Come close. Spread your legs.”
Fuck it, I obeyed. Moving between his knees, I spread my legs, resting my hands on his shoulders for balance, clutching his dark T-shrt. Heat flamed over my skin, chased by the breeze from the window.
A huge hand cupped my mound. I shuddered as his fingers explored my pussy, deliberate and sensual. Sweet Jesus, this was the first real touch of the night, and it wasn’t remotely close to a kiss. One finger dipped inside me, slick with honey, and was gone.
I grabbed for his hand, but he gripped my waist, lifted me off my feet, and tossed me on the bed. I bounced on the comforter, the breath driven out of me with a gasp. In a heartbeat, Patrick crouched over me. Granite hands pinned my wrists to the pillow.
“Someone's excited.” His breath brushed my ear. “I barely touched you, and you’re burning hot. Needy. Desperate for cock. Have you masturbated since you came for me on the phone?”
“None of your business.”
He bit my earlobe. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Did you come?”
“Yes, you jerk.”
“Hard?”
I gave him one nod. “Did you?”
“Hell, yes. I came so fucking hard, thinking about the tears running down your pretty face. You, hissing that you hated me right before you came.”
“I do hate you,” I whispered. A lie. We both knew it.
