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He pushes in. A little at a time, his face taut with concentration, leaving me rapt as I watch the intensity in his eyes. Beckett. He called me by my full name. Not Bex, not “princess.”
Beckett.
It makes my toes curl, even though it shouldn’t.
By the time he finally settles all the way inside me, I’m arching my back, legs wrapped tight around his hips. He stays still for just a moment, but true to his word, he doesn’t tease. He’s thick as fuck; his fingers helped, but I still feel a delicious stretch. He pulls out almost all the way, the drag of his cock exquisitely slow, before thrusting his hips forward.
“Is this good?” he asks as he builds up a rhythm. “Tell me if I need to do something different.”
I nod, my grip on him tightening.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Yes,” I say, the word intermingled with a cry as he hits the spot inside me that makes me want to melt. “Keep going. Please, just don’t stop.”
“Good girl,” he praises as he snaps his hips forward. His hand finds my clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. “What a good fucking girl.”
I close my eyes, lost in the tsunami of pleasure that’s hitting me from all angles—his huge cock inside me, his talented fingers, the power with which he’s pleasuring us both. When he lowers his head to my breasts again, I come, the orgasm and my voice ripped from me all at once. He holds me to his chest tightly as his rhythm gets erratic, finally finishing inside me with a low groan.
For a few minutes, we don’t say a word. I can feel his heart pounding, just like my own is, and it’s comforting, knowing he needs a minute to breathe as much as I do. He makes to move off me, but I shake my head, digging my nails into his skin.
“I like it,” I mumble. “You’re like a sexy blanket.”
He laughs against my neck. “I don’t want to squish you.”
“Mm. Youarepure muscle.”
“Don’t you know it.” He stays put, his hand stroking through my sweaty hair.
Eventually, though, he does move. I sit up as he goes to take care of the condom. As much as I hate the thought of getting dressed and driving back to campus, I know I need to do it.
He comes out of the bathroom, running his hand through his hair, and smiles when he catches sight of me curled up against the headboard. That smile has no right to be that charming. “Hey. It’s pretty late.”
“I know,” I say quickly. “Thanks, I’ll go change and be out of your hair soon. Text me about the game, okay?”
He walks over to his dresser and takes out a t-shirt. Instead of putting it on, he tosses it to me. “Stay. It’s late, I don’t want you on the road right now.”
“It’s a ten-minute drive to campus.”
“A lot can happen in ten minutes.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “I have to get up early for my workout and morning practice tomorrow, so you’ll have plenty of time to get where you need to be. Stay, okay? We can watch something together, or just sleep if you’re ready for that.”
It’s so tempting to say yes. I don’t have an early class tomorrow, so I could take it easy. And what girl says no to a guy asking her to spend the night? Usually, the complaint is that guyswon’toffer cuddle time.
But it’s dangerously couple-like. Domestic. And as much as I want it, I know I can’t have it, even if it’s just a night of pretending.
I reach up and kiss him softly before I slip out of the bed. “I can’t.”
He watches as I gather up my clothes, slipping back into what I wore when I first arrived at his place and then tucking my dress and shoes into my bag. I know I probably look all rumpled—I don’t even want to think about what a mess my hair is—but I can’t bring myself to care. With a bit of luck, Laura will be asleep already or spending the night with Barry.
“Call me when you get to your dorm room,” James says eventually. He throws on a pair of sweatpants and walks to the door with me. “Okay?”
“I can just text you.”
“Call.”
His voice holds a surprisingly serious note, so I look up at him. “I don’t want to bother you.”
“You won’t be. I want to make sure you get home safe.”
