Always.” His gaze was too serious to be teasing. I knew without equivocation that he was serious. He may have been a flirt, but when he said something like that, something that had meaning, he meant it to the core of his being.
Unable to help myself any longer, I brought my mouth to his. Going too long without kissing him was a deprivation I wasn’t prepared to combat. He sank into me, mouth and body, and it felt so right that I didn’t care if it was wrong or selfish. Any lingering doubts I may have had were obliterated.
If he asked me again what made me happy…
The answer would be him...without question.
Chapter Eighteen
Tripp
A red haze filled my vision, and I blinked several times, confused.
I didn’t think I’d gone to a party with Alex. Coach forbade any sort of drinking during the season. The punishment was worse than the worst hangover, and no player on the team would risk the wrath of the others if caught. Mostly, they tried not to get caught, but this year, I knew I had to play it safe.
Which made waking up in a strange room all the more perplexing.
I shifted, and soft, full curves filled my free hand. The memory of the previous night returned with them. Ember.
It shouldn’t have been physically possible for me to get hard. We couldn’t have gotten more than a couple of hours sleep, and my body had reached a level of exhaustion I’d only felt during the worst days of summer conditioning.
Regardless, my dick didn’t care. Ember was my little spoon, and there wasn’t a breath of space between us. My legs tangled with hers, which meant my dick was pressed firmly against her ass and happy about it. Those curves? My free hand was full of them.
Sweet Christ.
My hand contracted reflexively, and I froze. Her nipple had beaded up against my palm. This was foreign territory. Much as I’d like to tease Ember awake, then fuck her senseless despite how bone-deep tired I was, this wasn’t a boundary we’d discussed in our brief but satisfying arrangement. The hell was a guy supposed to do?
She shifted, and her ass brushed against my dick, which didn’t need any encouragement, for fuck’s sake. The scent of her hair filled my nose. Her nipple teased my palm. The things I wanted to do to her…
It didn’t take a fucking genius to figure out that her shit-bag ex had left her with hang-ups about sex. The idiot must not have known what a clit was to save his life. I didn’t have that problem. I could spend the rest of my life happily buried between her legs. He didn’t know what the hell he was missing out on.
That’s why this had to be some sort of test.
And I was gonna fail so fucking hard.
Inhaling deeply through my nose, I counted to three. I’d get up, and I’d get dressed. The twins were probably still asleep, so I could sneak back to my apartment without making a spectacle. I’d text Em and tell her I’d gone back to my place and that I’d see her later.
Only, when I went to move, Ember shifted again, scooting back against me. The head of my dick teased at the crease of her ass, then pointed down to spear between the crevice of her thighs, like it had a mind of its own. It was paradise and damnation all at once.
Shit.
My breath rattled out, and I moved to extricate myself from around her. I ached like a sonofabitch, but maybe when she was awake, I could convince her to come over the next time she had a free minute. Even then, I wasn’t sure I’d ever have enough of her, but I’d take what I could get.
Her hand clamped down on my hand that was on her chest, and I froze again. Her head angled back so that she could see me. “Wait.”
“I thought you were asleep,” I said. “I was trying not to wake you.”
She wriggled back against me, and I strangled a groan. “You think I could sleep with this teasing me all morning?”
“Teasing you?”
“It woke me up. I’ve been debating whether I should wake you up the same way or not.”
“For the record, you can wake me up any way you like.”
She relaxed back down on the bed and pulled me against her. I was thinking about getting my mouth on her pussy again, but instead, Ember reached between her legs and stroked my cock,