stay steady. “You’re so pretty.”
His full lips curl up, then he pinches my ass and the pain shoots right to my dick. “I prefer devastatingly handsome, thanks.”
“Whatever you call it, I like it a lot.”
Foster reaches up to run a hand over my hair as he studies me. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”
He kisses me, and my tequila confidence has me pushing into the kiss, opening my mouth and swiping my tongue against his. With a groan, Foster pulls back.
“See? Fucking tease.” I like the way his voice sounds strained.
“Fine.” I pout. “Take me home.”
“Nope. I might not be able to have sex with you, but you’re not denying me the chance to sleep next to you tonight. You’re coming back to my dorm.” He turns around and bends down a little. “Climb on.”
I don’t hesitate to wrap my arms around his neck and jump onto his back. “Is that a euphemism?” I purr into his ear. Or at least, I attempt to purr. When he laughs, I suspect I got it wrong.
“No euphemism. Behave yourself.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Zach …”
“Mm?” I use my vantage point to run kisses over his neck.
“Stop dry humping my back.”
Oh. I hadn’t even realized I was grinding against him. “But you’re so fucking sexy.” This time I’m not trying to sound as husky as I do. And apparently, not trying seems to do the trick. His hands tighten on my thighs, and I respond by nipping his ear. “A wise man once told me the anticipation can be just as erotic.”
“Erotic,” Foster mutters. “Tonight is gonna kill me.”
21
Foster
A loud groan wakes me from an entire night of broken sleep.
Lying next to Zach is as torturous as it is enjoyable. Would’ve been more enjoyable had he not been plastered, but holding him all night was a nice consolation.
I didn’t want to pressure him, but it’s possible I might’ve moved too fast. I left him for ten minutes to check on my stupid-ass teammates, and when I came back, he could barely see straight. Or stand. Or walk.
Now he’s moaning, and it sounds nothing like the type of moans he was making last night when I was on my knees.
He’s curled on his side with my front plastered to his back, but when I lean up on my elbow to check on him, he’s still fast asleep.
Knowing he’s going to wake up soon feeling a hell of a lot sorry for himself, I slip out of bed and walk to an off-campus joint that sells the best hangover cures ever. Bacon and egg rolls with extra cheese.
And coffee.
I sent him a text on the walk so if he woke while I was gone, he’d know where I was, but I still hold my breath when I return to my dorm. I’m hoping he hasn’t run away.
I break into a smile when I find him sitting in the middle of my bed, looking around the room with a cute confused look on his face.
“Why’s your bed bigger than mine?”
I laugh. It’s not that much bigger, but it’s definitely easier to fit two people than the crappy singles in the rest of the dorms. “Perks of being in the jock building.”
He runs his hand over his hair and squints.
“Here.” I put the food on my desk and hand him his glasses.
The confusion is strong this morning. He stares down at his clothes—my clothes that are way too big on him—and groans.
“And here I was hoping that part of last night was actually a horrible dream.”
I smirk. “I dunno. Dressing you while you were practically passed out was the highlight of my night … Wait, that sounds super creepy.”
Zach buries his head in his hands. “I ruined it.”
I climb onto the bed next to him. “You didn’t ruin anything. Last night was fun.”
“For me. What did you get out of it?”
“I got to spend time with you. I got to kiss you.” I lean in and kiss his cheek, slowly moving toward his mouth, but I pull back at the last second. “Hmm, you’re not going to vomit, are you?”
“No vomiting. I promise.”
“Good.” I pull back even more and reach for the coffee and food. “Then eat up. Breakfast, shower, and then we have all day to hang out.”
“Hang out …”
I sigh. “Not a euphemism. We can fool around, or we can watch movies on my laptop. We can do whatever you want, and none of it has to be sexual if you don’t want it to