“With that damn lollipop. The way you kept licking it. You don’t even want to know what I imagined you really doing.” He lifts his head so his gaze meets mine.
“Tell me what you wanted me to—” He silences me with his lips, stealing another deep, tongue-thrusting kiss before he breaks away, his breath hot in my ear.
“I imagined you doing the same thing to my cock.” He nips my earlobe, making me whimper. Or maybe that’s just his words making me feel that way. Needy and restless and wanting more than just his kisses. “You’d be on your knees in front of me, sucking me off. Licking me like that lollipop.”
I never thought I wanted to do anything like that but the visual he’s putting in my head is making me throb between my thighs. “You think I’d be any good at it?”
“I know you would.” He rolls me over, so he’s lying half on top of me, his mouth on mine, kissing me as if he can’t get enough. I kiss him back with matched enthusiasm, running my hand up and down his lower back, marveling at how smooth he is. How warm.
I want to get closer.
The heater is going full force in the room and I start to get hot. Hotter. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Crew is lying on top of me and he’s as hot as a furnace, I don’t know. I wish I could take off my hoodie. But I didn’t wear a T-shirt underneath and it’s not like I can wear my bralette and my leggings while we’re kissing.
Or maybe I could…
“Fuck this, I’m burning up.” Crew leaps off the bed and goes to turn down the heat before he rips off his hoodie, revealing he doesn’t have a shirt on underneath his either. I sit up, blatantly staring at him, my gaze darting everywhere, not sure where to land first.
All the air seems to back up in my throat, leaving me unable to speak. His body is beautiful. There’s no other way to describe it. Broad shoulders. Wide, firm chest. Sculpted pecs and the lightest bit of chest hair in the center. Not a lot. Just enough to make me curious.
Make me want to touch it.
His stomach is washboard flat, and ripples with muscle when he moves. There’s a thin path of dark hair just below his navel, trailing into the waistband of his sweats, and I’m suddenly filled with the urge to follow that path with my fingers. Slip my hand beneath the front of his sweats. Touch his thick, hot—
“You’re staring, Birdy.” His deep voice settles between my legs, pulsating. Reminding me of what he did to me with his fingers the last time we were together.
A shiver moves through me at the memory.
“You’re shirtless, Crew.”
He glances down at himself, rubbing his hand across his rib cage before he returns his gaze to mine. “Does it bother you?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m just—”
“Shocked?”
“I didn’t expect it.” I squeeze my thighs together, feeling…
Achy.
Needy.
“I don’t want to watch this movie anymore.” He leans over and grabs his laptop, setting it on top of his desk. He doesn’t rejoin me on the bed.
“Me either,” I admit softly.
We stare at each other for a moment and I let my gaze drop to his chest again, fascinated. My fingers literally itch to touch him and I sink my teeth into my lower lip, trying to fight the feelings coursing through me.
The pretense of hanging out with Crew to watch a movie for class is long over. The make-out session proves that. I know why he invited me over. And I know why I showed up.
“Come here,” he demands, and I don’t protest.
Why would I?
I climb off the bed and walk toward him, letting him take my hand. He pulls me in close. I reach out, resting my hand on his side, his hot flesh burning my palm, and I lift my head to find him already watching me, his lips curled into a mischievous smile.
“I got you a treat.”
“What is it?”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Blow Pop. Cherry flavored.
My favorite.
I lift my gaze to his. “Why did you get me a lollipop?”
I know why he did. I just want to hear him say it.
Crew leans in close, his mouth right at my ear, making me shiver. “I want to watch you suck it.”
My entire body flushes hot. “Why?”
“I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t stop thinking about you in class, sucking on that Blow Pop. How fucking sexy you looked. How red your lips and tongue got from licking the candy.” He nuzzles my face with his. “I want to kiss those pretty red lips,” he whispers in my ear. “Taste you.”