from him, calling out over my shoulder, “Talk to you later.”
Not a fucking chance . I had all the body heat I needed waiting for me back in my bed.
Chapter 8
T HE small lamp on Bo’s desk cast a subdued light on Lance’s still-sleeping form when I stepped back into my dorm room. He was in the same position I’d left him, the scent of sweat and sex powerful in the room. Bo was sure to know what the hell had been going on the minute he walked in, and that was a conversation I wasn’t ready to have. Bo wasn’t stupid. He knew there was something going on between Lance and me, but I didn’t want to give any proof to his suspicions.
I threw my dirty clothes in the closet, returned the shower bag to its place on the shelf, sat down at my vanity, and lit the hazelnut candle. If the nutty aroma was enough to cover up the stink of Bo’s feet, it would be more than sufficient to eradicate the smell of man sex. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t want Bo to know about Lance and me. We never kept shit from each other, but for some reason, I just wasn’t ready to share this with him yet. Perhaps it was the fact he was dating Lance’s sister, or because I knew Lance wouldn’t want him to know and it wasn’t my place to out him. Whatever the reason, I was willing to keep it to myself for now.
I scrubbed the towel over my head, then dropped it on the floor and grabbed a brush. As I ran it through my hair, I contemplated putting on makeup. I didn’t normally go through the trouble just to sit around my room, but I could tell Lance really liked when I wore it. The fact I was even contemplating putting it on made me scowl at my reflection in the mirror. What the hell was wrong with me? Why should I care what Lance thought? We’d already gotten off, so he’d be leaving as soon as he woke. He never stayed too long after an orgasm.
A rustling sound caught my attention and I turned my head to find Lance staring at me as he pulled up his jeans. “What time is it?”
“Seven.”
He yawned and then stretched before sitting back against the headboard. “Your bed sucks.”
“Oh, really?” I arched a brow at him. “You didn’t seem to have any problem snoring in it.”
He laughed. “I just meant it’s too small.” He held out his arms. “C’mere.”
I hesitated. I think I was in shock; it’s the only reason I can think of that had me up out of my chair and moving to the bed without so much as a single word. Once I was close enough, Lance grabbed my hand, pulled me down on top of him, and pressed a soft, tender kiss to my lips. Still stunned, I clung to him as he kissed my chin, along my jaw, and down my neck, leaving me a little breathless and tingly when he stopped.
“You always wake up in a good mood?”
“Not normally, but never as cranky as you do.”
I swatted at him playfully, making him laugh. Another thing I was getting addicted to. I loved his laugh. He shifted me until I was lying on my side between him and the wall, my head resting on his chest. With his free hand, he grabbed the remote from the desk and switched on the TV, but there was nothing but static and white noise.
“Internet and cable are down. Storm’s getting worse. We’ll be lucky if we don’t lose power.”
“Damn. I was hoping to ride out the storm with a good show. You have anything besides Star Trek ?”
“I think Bo has a collection of Star Wars too.”
Lance hit the Mute button and groaned. “That’s almost as bad.”
“Well, I do have….” I bit my lip to stop the rest of the words from passing my lips.
“You have what?”
“Nothing.” It wasn’t the fact that I had porn that had me hesitating, it was the sheer amount—along with some of the naughtier titles—that had me hiding my heated cheeks in his chest.
Lance rolled slightly and cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I’m guessing from your reaction and the color in your cheeks we’re not talking about a collection of musicals?”
I pursed my
Not a fucking chance . I had all the body heat I needed waiting for me back in my bed.
Chapter 8
T HE small lamp on Bo’s desk cast a subdued light on Lance’s still-sleeping form when I stepped back into my dorm room. He was in the same position I’d left him, the scent of sweat and sex powerful in the room. Bo was sure to know what the hell had been going on the minute he walked in, and that was a conversation I wasn’t ready to have. Bo wasn’t stupid. He knew there was something going on between Lance and me, but I didn’t want to give any proof to his suspicions.
I threw my dirty clothes in the closet, returned the shower bag to its place on the shelf, sat down at my vanity, and lit the hazelnut candle. If the nutty aroma was enough to cover up the stink of Bo’s feet, it would be more than sufficient to eradicate the smell of man sex. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t want Bo to know about Lance and me. We never kept shit from each other, but for some reason, I just wasn’t ready to share this with him yet. Perhaps it was the fact he was dating Lance’s sister, or because I knew Lance wouldn’t want him to know and it wasn’t my place to out him. Whatever the reason, I was willing to keep it to myself for now.
I scrubbed the towel over my head, then dropped it on the floor and grabbed a brush. As I ran it through my hair, I contemplated putting on makeup. I didn’t normally go through the trouble just to sit around my room, but I could tell Lance really liked when I wore it. The fact I was even contemplating putting it on made me scowl at my reflection in the mirror. What the hell was wrong with me? Why should I care what Lance thought? We’d already gotten off, so he’d be leaving as soon as he woke. He never stayed too long after an orgasm.
A rustling sound caught my attention and I turned my head to find Lance staring at me as he pulled up his jeans. “What time is it?”
“Seven.”
He yawned and then stretched before sitting back against the headboard. “Your bed sucks.”
“Oh, really?” I arched a brow at him. “You didn’t seem to have any problem snoring in it.”
He laughed. “I just meant it’s too small.” He held out his arms. “C’mere.”
I hesitated. I think I was in shock; it’s the only reason I can think of that had me up out of my chair and moving to the bed without so much as a single word. Once I was close enough, Lance grabbed my hand, pulled me down on top of him, and pressed a soft, tender kiss to my lips. Still stunned, I clung to him as he kissed my chin, along my jaw, and down my neck, leaving me a little breathless and tingly when he stopped.
“You always wake up in a good mood?”
“Not normally, but never as cranky as you do.”
I swatted at him playfully, making him laugh. Another thing I was getting addicted to. I loved his laugh. He shifted me until I was lying on my side between him and the wall, my head resting on his chest. With his free hand, he grabbed the remote from the desk and switched on the TV, but there was nothing but static and white noise.
“Internet and cable are down. Storm’s getting worse. We’ll be lucky if we don’t lose power.”
“Damn. I was hoping to ride out the storm with a good show. You have anything besides Star Trek ?”
“I think Bo has a collection of Star Wars too.”
Lance hit the Mute button and groaned. “That’s almost as bad.”
“Well, I do have….” I bit my lip to stop the rest of the words from passing my lips.
“You have what?”
“Nothing.” It wasn’t the fact that I had porn that had me hesitating, it was the sheer amount—along with some of the naughtier titles—that had me hiding my heated cheeks in his chest.
Lance rolled slightly and cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I’m guessing from your reaction and the color in your cheeks we’re not talking about a collection of musicals?”
I pursed my
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