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“Good girl,” I murmured, reaching out to squeeze her exposed thigh in an instinctive urge to comfort her.
As if it had a mind of its own, my hand started stroking up and down her thigh, unable to resist the feel of her soft skin. She rarely wore skirts and now I fully understood what a threat they were to my self-control. It was such an incredible turn on watching my hand slide up and down her pale thigh, I barely noticed that my strokes were getting higher with each pass.
My hand naturally dipped between her legs, the tips of my fingers skating up the velvety skin of her inner thigh until the pale pink edge of her panties was visible.
When my fingertip brushed the soft cotton, Emmy sucked in a deep breath and widened her thighs in obvious invitation.
What the fuck was I doing?
I ripped my hand away and quickly threw the car in gear, unable to believe how quickly the situation spun out of control. One minute we were talking about her professor being Orlov, the next I was about shove my hand in her panties.
If I could barely make it through a car ride without touching her, how was I going to make it through an entire frat party?
Chapter 11
Emmy
When I got to my room, I opened the door and closed it with enough force to make Delaney jump. Ivan was driving me crazy—mentally, physically, and emotionally. My body was still humming from our intense, frustrating interaction. When we talked about the frat party, he was going to kiss me. I knew he was. Then in the car, his touch on my thigh… Just thinking about his sudden about-face sent another wave of agitation through me. Why was he so stubborn?
“Everything okay?” Delaney asked, looking surprised to see I was alone. “Where’s Ivan?”
“Uh, he brought me to the dorm, but had to go take care of something.” Based on the tightness of his jaw and the bulge in his jeans, I knew exactly what he’d be taking care of.
I wish I could do the same, but all my arousal fled when Drew opened the door behind me and walked into our room. To add to my annoyed mood, he sat on my bed.
I looked at Laney’s bed covered with textbooks, at least three t-shirts, and her computer, in addition to Laney herself, and somewhat understood his choice, but he could always throw that stuff on the floor—god knows, Laney did.
I paused and took a deep breath, feeling like a total asshole for being unfair to Drew. I just wasn’t in the mood for company, in general, and he was the one I was taking my mental wrath on.
“Is it okay that I sit here?” Drew asked, as if reading my mind, but more likely he read my expression. His question made me feel petty.
“Yes, of course. I have work to do anyway,” I said, sitting down at my desk and opening my laptop to work on a paper for my psych class. I wanted nothing more than to lay on my bed and decompress after that interaction with Ivan, but I suppose doing schoolwork would be distraction enough. With my laptop open, my mind wandered to Ivan’s suspicions about Mr. Belshaw. It seemed outlandish that Orlov could impersonate a music professor, but he obviously knew classical music. Would Orlov actually go that far?
“Drew, you don’t have to sit over there because Emmy’s here.”
“You could join me over here,” he said to Delaney in a surprisingly seductive voice. She scrambled off her bed and jumped into his lap, wrapping her arms around him.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, kissing his face and neck.
This unraveled quickly. How did I get them off my bed? “Um, guys—”
I nearly swooned in relief when her phone rang. “Oh, that’s my mom. Hold on, okay?” she asked Drew, and he nodded his head.
Delaney hopped off the bed and grabbed the phone, rolling her eyes as she walked out of the room answering a series of questions that her mom appeared to be asking. She mouthed the word “sorry” in our direction, but I wasn’t sure if it was to Drew for abandoning him or to me for abandoning me with her boyfriend.
I turned and started working on my laptop, hoping that Drew would distract himself with his phone or something. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Drew, I just didn’t have the capacity to make small talk right now. I was exhausted from seething about Ivan.
“Sorry about all that with Delaney, Emmy. I know this is your room, too. I have a lot of siblings. I know it can be annoying to have people in your space,” he said with a sardonic grin.
My shoulders dropped as I relaxed a bit. Drew had never talked about his family life before. “Thanks, Drew. You know I don’t mind you coming over and hanging out with Laney. I’ve just had a shitty day. I didn’t know you came from a big family. How many brothers and sisters do you have?”
“Four brothers and a sister.”
“Wow, that is a huge family. Did you have your own room?”
He shook his head. “Nah, we all had to share. Even my sister had to share with my youngest brother until most of us left the house. That’s what happens when you have too many kids and too little money,” he said, giving a self-deprecating smile.
“Yeah, I know about the too little money part,” I replied, thinking of my mom who struggled to make every penny stretch. I felt a twinge of guilt, as I always did with my mother considering how much I wasn’t telling her about my current situation. It just seemed so unfair to make her worry. Her life had already been hard enough.
