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I wasn’t sure even when I made the offer, I’d let her go.
There’s something about this tiny woman that I can’t kick. Whenever she’s apart from me, thoughts of her haunt me. I want her. Desperately.
She’s quickly becoming an addiction, and I’m so careful not to have those.
I tap her thighs, purposefully not deepening the kiss. “Go get ready. We’ll ride in together, grab breakfast on the way.”
She sits back, blinking long lashes at me. She looks stunned and a little cautious. So cute in her beer t-shirt. Then, breathy and sweet, she agrees, “Okay.”
She starts to slide off the counter, but when I don’t move from between her legs, she stops and looks up at me again. There’s hesitation in her green eyes. I want to blast that hesitation to dust. I don’t know how it happened so fast, but if there’s someone, I want to look at me with confidence and belief, it’s Wrenlee.
I clear my throat. “Guys are coming over tonight. It’ll be a late night, few beers. Swim in the pool.” I watch as tension climbs her spine, straightening her back. “There a problem with that?”
The guys have been bugging for a night since they found out I moved Wrenlee in with me. Everyone wants to come scope the situation out. See her with me.
She winces. “Maybe a little one?”
“What’s that?” I know she’s not a big people person, but this is why she thinks we’re doing this in the first place. To show people we’re together. Can’t do that if we’re always alone.
Not that I object to being alone with this girl.
“I don’t have a swimsuit.”
“You don’t have—” I can’t help looking down at her. “Really?”
“Really.”
“I’ll ask Candace to bring an extra.”
She winces again. “I don’t think that’ll work.” Drawing her bottom lip into her mouth, she blushes as she bites down hard.I want to bite that lip.
I want to make her whimper and moan. I want to watch her skin flush pink, her body squirm.
Shit.
I focus on her—not on everything I want to do to her. “Why not?”
Her brows rise, then she explains, “My boobs are a lot bigger than hers.”
My eyes drop instantly to her tits. The tips are pointed and hard beneath her shirt, and I have to fight the urge not to crook my neckand bite gently on one through the fabric. I force my eyes back to hers, croaking through denied desire, “Right.”
“It’s okay.” She waves her hands. “I’ll just wear this. It’s no biggie.”
“You’re gonna wear a white beer shirt to swim?”
“Sure.” She bobs her head.
I ask dryly, “And bottoms?”
She waves her hands again. “I’ll just wear panties. It’s pretty much the same as a bathing suit, right? Besides, the shirt is long.”
No. Not right. Maybe if she was swimming with just me, I’d be cool letting her make the mistake of getting wet in a white shirt. But it’s not just me. My guys will be there, and she’s not getting in my pool in a white t-shirt that’ll expose more of her sweet tits thanI’veyet to see and a pair of panties.Fuck no.
“We’ll stop at the mall after class.”
“I—” She starts to protest, but all I have to do is set my glare on her and she nods. “Okay.”
I’ve had a lot of women in my bed, probably more than most men. And I’ve had one ‘sort of’ relationship. I met Alyssa during a threesome with one of my frequent hookups. She’d been a rockstar between the sheets, hot as fuck with the other chick. I’d had a few threesomes before, but I’d been feeling bored andexpressed that to the other girl—Mandy, the hookup before the threesome. When she texted me that she and a friend were waiting for me, naked in her bed, I’d been unable to deny.
