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I’m serious. This is nothing short of excruciating. My heart feels like it’ll pound right out of my chest.
Unable to stand another second of this torture, I swipe at the orange and black material, only wanting to tear it from her hands and stuff it back inside the bag. Then I can get out of here before dumping it in the trash and wiping this horrific moment from my memory.
Just as my fingers brush the fabric, she jerks it away so that I end up clawing at the air.
Her gaze fastens onto mine. “Did you buy this for me?”
There’s a beat of uncomfortable silence.
Fuck. Is she really going to make me say it?
Out loud.
So she can gloat.
By the steady look in her eyes—yes…yes, she is.
I plow an agitated hand through my short strands and jerk my shoulders. “I don’t want you wearing anyone else’s jersey,” I mumble.
Like Maverick’s.
If someone’s name and number is going to be plastered across her back, it’s going to be mine. Or I’ll tear the damn thing off her body just like I did before. I steel myself, waiting for her to dissolve into laughter before tossing the garment in my face.
A second, then two, tick by and it doesn’t happen.
Instead, she carefully sets the jersey on the desk before peeling off her sweatshirt. I didn’t realize it before, but she’s not wearing a bra. My mouth turns bone dry as I stare at her perky little breasts. It’s so damn tempting to reach out and stroke her nipples. They’re so damn sensitive.
I flex and tighten my fingers so I don’t do exactly that.
Then she picks up the sweater and pulls it over her head, shoving her arms through the sleeves and tugging it down her torso.
It fits perfectly. Just like I knew it would.
Possessiveness crashes through me, suffusing every single cell.
“Turn around,” I rasp.
She spins in a semi-circle until I can glimpse my name stamped across her back. Satisfaction floods through me until it feels like I’m an overinflated balloon on the verge of bursting.
With a sly look sent over her shoulder, she meets my eyes. “You like?”
“Yeah, I fucking like,” I growl. “Although, I pictured you with it on and nothing else.”
Without another word, she slips her hands beneath the orange and black material before sliding the leggings down her hips and thighs until it pools at her feet. She shimmies out of the panties as well before swiveling back around.
“More like you imagined?”
Fuck, yeah. I’ve been fantasizing about what she’d look like in my jersey ever since I picked it up at the campus bookstore. Did I just so happen to whack off to thoughts of her in it?
Guilty as charged.
“It’s way better.” I jerk my chin toward her messy bun. “Take it out.”
Gaze pinned to mine, she reaches up and slowly pulls the tie from her hair. The long mass cascades around her shoulders and down her back like a bouncy golden curtain.
My cock stiffens at how fucking gorgeous she is in my jersey and nothing else.
I don’t realize that I’ve stepped closer until she lifts her chin to hold my gaze. Just as her lips part, mine crash onto hers. As soon as she opens, my tongue sweeps into her mouth. I force her backward until her thighs hit the edge of the bed and she tumbles onto the mattress. We stay fused together as I quickly follow her down. She wraps her legs around my waist and grinds against me.
