Schooling the Jock (Nerds Vs Jocks #1) - - Eli Easton Page 0,68

bulge in his sweats. My fingers curled around it greedily.

“Yes, please,” I purred.

He hesitated, his eyes flicking to the door again. “You sure your roommate will be out for a while?”

“At least till eleven. And I locked the door.”

At that, he put his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. It wasn’t the sexual move I’d expected, especially after the crotch maneuver. I could feel he was hard, but he just held me tight, his hands firm and gentle on my back. He leaned down to put his face in my neck, breathing me in like I was oxygen. “I’ve been wanting to hold you all day.”

Hold me?

“You have?” I squeaked.

He nodded. “I was kind of tired today. The kind of day when you wish you were in bed under the covers? Or holding you. Like this.”

My heart ping-ponged around in my chest. I didn’t know what to do with that. But if Jesse needed a hug, I could do that. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him even tighter, pressing against him and closing my eyes.

When was the last time I’d simply hugged someone? Other than a quickie with my mom and dad when I saw them? Maybe never? Not like this. This was a full-body experience. He was tall and broad, warm and firm, all man and yet a little vulnerable. He smelled of the outdoors and of chlorine. He’d probably taken a shower after his football practice.

The closeness made me relax and melt against him. Fondness crept in like a thief. Jesse was a good guy. I thought about how he worried over his family, how he’d tried to take the load off his mom and his dad, the way he looked at his brothers with love, the way Jesse was the only person in the world, besides Micah, that Eli trusted enough to let touch him.

Jesse wanted to be a nurse to help people. Most of the guys I knew were studying what they were studying in order to make bank. Or they were focused on their passion or talent in an ambitious way. Like me, I guess. Not that being a game designer wasn’t a good career path, but would it really help people? It wasn’t quite the same.

Funny how, before I’d known him, I thought Jesse Knox was the most stuck-up guy at school. He wasn’t like that at all. Did he use that mask to try to keep people out? Why?

I rubbed his back. “Hey. You falling asleep up there?”

His chest vibrated against me as he chuckled. “Nope. You just feel so good.”

“Mmm.” I swept my hands down to his ass, held him firm, and thrust against him in one slow circle. Electric tingles of pleasure spread from where my erection rubbed against his stomach. I could feel the muscles of his washboard abs—the fit fucker. “This feels pretty good too.”

He groaned and mirrored me, clenching my ass tight. “Yeah. Do you think…do we have time to get into bed?”

In answer, I let him go so I could step to my bed and lower the comforter. His fingers went to the hem of his shirt to remove it, but his eyes flickered to the door.

“Don’t worry,” I said.

He whipped his shirt over his head. A moment later, we were under the covers in our underwear.

He kissed me deep, holding me close, his mouth exploring and caressing. The sensation of being skin to skin with him was almost overwhelming. We’d slept in the same bed in Milwaukee, but this felt different. Like, the first time it hadn’t quite sunk in. Or it had been about Jesse the Ideal or something. Playing a sexy game.

This didn’t feel like that. This was my own bed, and it was Jesse, the guy I was getting to know all too well, the guy who cared too much, who would do anything not to let the people he cared about down. The guy who was exhausted on a Tuesday night and just wanted to be held. The guy who looked at me like I was the one person in the world he would allow to truly see him, touch him. Like Eli.

And, damn it, our underwear was in the way. Without breaking the kiss, I reached down to shove mine down my legs, and he did the same. Then, tongue deep in my throat, he rolled on top of me and his weight, nearly two-hundred pounds of hot Jesse, pushed me into the mattress,