Coach, just haven’t showed it. Now you get all of me, douchiness and all, but the whole package does include the muscles, so that’s a benefit.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
He lowers his head to mine, our foreheads touching, and he whispers, “Are you always going to bust my balls?”
“Someone has to keep you in line.”
“What happened to the shy, stuttering girl who caught my attention?”
“She’s still there, but you gave her a breath of confidence today.”
His lips press lightly against mine for a second before he exhales and says, “I think we both gave each other some confidence.”
“You didn’t need any—”
“I was lost before you came along, Milly.” He grips my hip tightly. “I might seem confident, but it’s a front. You truly have changed the season for me; you’ve changed my way of play. And you never gave up on me either, with how you encouraged me and stood by my side until I started to kick ass again. You make me better.”
Carson brings both hands to my jaw and tilts my mouth to his where he leans me to the side and then captures my mouth. He clutches my jaw tighter, moving his tongue inside my mouth and as I match each stroke of his, my feelings for this man intensifying. He’s truly desperate for more, sincere with his words, and honest with expressing how much he likes me with his body.
This isn’t fake. This isn’t him putting on a show. This is Carson Stone wanting me.
Propelled by my own passion, I move my hands to the back of his neck and dig my fingertips into his hair, my heart thumping erratically, my ears hammering with the tangible bond weaving between us, and I’m catapulted into one of the most sensual experiences of my life.
Up against my car, in the dark, only the stars above us shining, I get lost in Carson Stone. Blissfully lost.
Chapter Eighteen
MILLY
“There’s our girl,” Jerry says, making room at the dining hall table for me. Last night, after I finally peeled my lips away from Carson’s, I sent the boys a text saying we should have breakfast together before classes to catch up. They responded with an enthusiastic yes.
I thought telling them in person about Carson and me would be more fun, especially since they’re huge fans. Just seeing their faces of shock will be worth the wait.
“Hey.” I take a seat and set my tray down. I grabbed some eggs and bacon this morning with a side of fruit, but both Jerry and Shane went with the giant cinnamon rolls. I’d been tempted, but knowing these two, they’ll give me a piece. “How was the party last night? Did it fulfill your wildest dreams?”
Shane sighs wistfully and leans back in his chair. “I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything so magical. I saw stars.”
Jerry snorts and shakes his head. “He met up with some girl last night and she gave him a hand job in one of the coat closets.”
“Eww, Shane.”
“Why ew?” he asks, offended. “It wasn’t ew; it was an act of art. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like it. The pressure this girl had and the way she played with my—”
“Spare me the details.” I glance at my eggs and opt for the bacon for a minute. I’ll get to the eggs once the image in my head disappears. “Did you even know the girl?”
“No, but I got her number and she agreed to go out on Friday.”
“What’s her name?” I ask, loving how crispy the bacon at the dining hall is.
Shane looks to the side and then leans forward, a worried look on his face. “Okay, so her name is a little odd for our age group, but I promise you, she’s our age.” Well, now he has my attention. “It’s Edith. But before you make fun of her,” I hold back my snort, “Edie has the viselike grip of a twenty-one-year-old and the lips of an angel.”
“Also, you had your beer brain on so, she could have been awful but in the moment, felt great,” Jerry points out.
“Only one way to find out.” Shane winks and then peels off a piece of his cinnamon bun and puts it on my plate. He knows me so well. “Jerry had a good night himself. Threw up on the fire escape.”
“Oh Jerry, no, you didn’t.”
He casually raises his hand and says, “Guilty.”
“Seriously, you guys. Do you lose all sense of being normal humans when I’m not around? Hand jobs in closets