I give a little squeal of surprise as I find myself laid out across his hard body.
Oh my…
Growling, which has to be one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard because it’s all deep and rumbly, he grinds his morning wood against the apex of my thighs. Sharp shafts of desire slice clean through me with each slow, purposeful upstroke. An achy moan slides from between my lips. His tongue delves into my mouth right before his arms snake around me, pressing me closer to all that hard warmth I’m now stretched out on.
His tongue strokes mine with the same rhythmic thrusting as the thick erection sliding against the thin panties I’m wearing. I can feel the rigid length of him though the athletic shorts he wore to bed last night. I feel as if every single capillary in my body is dilating with intense, bone melting pleasure.
Before I can collect my scattered thoughts, he quickly flips us over so that he’s now on top of me, settled right between my spread thighs. I widen them, wanting him as close as possible as his thick cock continues to grind into me. I can’t stop the little whimpers of pleasure that leave my lips every single time his erection rubs against my now slick core. My panties are completely soaked with arousal.
God, I just want to rip off the clothing that separates us. I want to feel the hot rigid length of him sliding inside me. What he’s doing right now feels so damn good. Just as I’m about to suggest that we shed our clothes, he heaves himself from me before rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes.
For just a moment I can only lie there panting heavily, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. One moment he’s dry humping me and I’m feeling like I could explode with an orgasm and the next, he’s pulling the plug and baling.
I mean, I kind of thought that maybe… you know… we might…well… have sex.
And trust me, I was totally on board with that plan, too. My nether regions are filled with so much aching pressure that I’m tempted to climb right back on top of him and see if I can convince him to take this further. Instead of doing that, I lie there trying to calm the hormones raging within me.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.
Once I’ve got myself back under control, I finally roll to my side towards him. I need to figure out why he put the kibosh on what was happening between us. Because it was feeling pretty damn good from my end of things.
With my hand propping up my head, I simply allow my eyes to slide over him. His wide chest continues to rise and fall with every harsh breath he takes. I’m almost awed by all the tightly harnessed power contained within his body. Just like before, the need to touch him is strong. And so it’s slowly I reach out before gently laying my hand on that strong broad chest of his. I don’t miss the slight tensing of his muscles as I do. The flesh beneath my fingers is hot to the touch as if his body is raging with fever.
Finally he says in a gravelly sounding voice, “Just give me a moment, okay, Ivy?”
My brows draw together at his gruff sounding words.
What the hell is going on?
I thought he wanted me. It sure as hell felt like he wanted me.
Did I… did I do something wrong? Touch him in a way he didn’t like?
I know Roan has been with a lot of women. Tons and tons of them. Hell, drunken bards have probably been written about the sheer number of his conquests. Maybe… maybe he finds me lacking in some way…
It takes another few tortuous minutes before he finally lifts his arm from his eyes and peers over at me with those blue-green colored eyes of his. They slice right through me with their vibrant intensity. Still I don’t ask any questions even though so many of them are bubbling up within me.
Finally he murmurs, “I just don’t want to rush this. I like you way too much to ruin it by not taking my time with you.”
And just like that, all those vicious thoughts which had just been starting to gain traction within my head instantly vanish. Unable to resist, I lean into him until I’m able to press a lingering kiss against his lips. I mean, how can I not, when he says something so damn sweet like that? You better believe this guy’s sexiness factor just shot through the roof.
“You’re not going to ruin anything, Roan.” My eyes burn into his. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life. “I like you. And I want to have sex with you.” Those words just tumble right out of my mouth but they’re the truth.
I do want to have sex with him. And I’m not embarrassed to admit it either. And at the moment, it’s in the worst I-haven’t-had-sex-in-a-really-long-time kind of way.
He doesn’t even crack a smile at those huskily spoken words. Nor does he smirk. There are no knowing or victorious glints lighting up his eyes. He just continues to steadily hold my gaze. “I want that, too. I just don’t want to move too fast with this. That’s all I’ve ever done, Ivy. Screw around with girls without ever getting to know them. I don’t want that with you.” He pauses before saying, “This is different.” His eyes continue scouring mine before he adds, “You know that, right?”
His words leave my heart aching. If I didn’t already like him, those words would have pushed me completely over the edge.
“Yeah,” I admit. Whatever this is between us, it is different. For both of us. “So…” clearing my throat I ask, “no putting that morning wood to good use, huh?”
My words have his lips quirking up at the corners. And it is such a sexy look on him. “No, not today. But soon, I promise.” Leaning over, his lips slide slowly against mine.
God… could I seriously like this guy more?
The answer to that question is an unequivocal- no. No, I couldn’t.
Damn…
Chapter Twenty-Six
Uh-oh, Roan’s new girlfriend better watch her back… some of these bitches have razor sharp claws. Especially when you’re messing with their man… KingOfCampus.com
“So… not going to say one damn word about it, huh?” Lexie elbows me in the side as we continue making our way across campus. We’re both finished up with classes for the day and we’re on our way to grab some lunch. After that, I need to head over to the studio on campus to work with Eric, one of my dance teachers.
“There’s nothing to say.” Because, really, there isn’t. Unless I mention just how hard I’m starting to fall for Roan. Even thinking the words in my head sends little spasms of pleasure ricocheting through my belly.
“Oh honey, are you seriously telling me that he spent the entire night in your bed and nothing happened?” She looks skeptical. And since we’re talking about Roan King here, I can’t exactly say I blame her for it. I would be dubious, too.
Because it still smarts, I continue rubbing my side where she poked me. That girl can really pack a punch when she wants. I think she’s way too used to elbowing Dylan. “Nothing happened between us.” It still blows my mind that he wouldn’t have sex with me this morning.
“I don’t believe you,” she finally says.
I stop before turning towards her. “I wouldn’t lie to you. We just kissed. That’s it.” Okay… so maybe I’m omitting this morning’s dry humping action…
Huffing out a breath, she says with exasperation, “Un-freaking-believable! You seriously have to be the only girl at Barnett who’s actually slept in bed with him and not had sex!”
Her words only remind me of what he’d recently confided- that he’s never slept in bed with a woman before. That it’s always been about the physical act and nothing more.
“Yes, well, I was more than willing,” I mutter under my breath before I can think better of it.
“What?” Lexie all but screeches the word. I actually wince as a few people passing by turn to stare in our direction. The last thing I want is to draw more attention to myself. And because it’s pretty much out there that we’re together, I’m no longer able to move around campus completely unnoticed.
I groan out the words as my cheeks flag with color, “Can we just drop the subject, please?”
For once,
Lexie looks as if she might actually be considering my request. Looking agreeable, she holds up her hands. “Fine. We’ll table this discussion until lunch.”
Great. Now I have something to look forward to…
“Ivy!”
Hearing my name, my head unconsciously snaps in the direction it’s coming from. When my eyes land on a group of three girls I don’t know, I just keep walking. I’m hoping if I ignore them, they’ll just go away. I’m tired of girls coming up to me, asking a bunch of stupid questions about Roan.
Or worse…
But then I hear it again. “Hey, Ivy- wait up!”
This time, when I glance over at them, they’ve closed the gap between us. Stopping, I turn towards their small group. I hear Lexie grumble something unintelligible under her breath.
Out of the three women, the blonde in the middle seems to be in charge. “Are you Ivy? The same Ivy who’s going out with Roan King?”
Sensing trouble, Lexie quickly flanks my side. Her brows draw tightly together. Before I can even open my mouth to answer, she cuts in, “What do you want, Jillian?”
Very rarely have I heard Lexie use such a shitty tone with someone before. Which pretty much tells me everything I need to know about this conversation. My eyes bounce between Jillian and Lexie before settling once again on the curvy blonde.
Going out might be overstating things just a bit, but I don’t tell her that. It’s none of her damn business what Roan and I are to each other. I’ve never even seen this girl before. I have no idea who she is.
Her perfectly sculpted brows snap together as her eyes slowly slide their way down my body before coming back up to rest on my face. She looks none to impressed with what she finds standing before her.
I guess that makes two of us.
“Is there a reason you wanted to talk to me?” In hindsight, I should have just turned around and walked away at that point. Guess I’ll know better next time. Although I’m hoping there won’t be a next time.
“Yeah, I wanted to know how someone who looks like you managed to snag Roan.”
Feeling as if I’ve just been bitch slapped into next week, I stand there immobilized. I mean… what exactly am I supposed to say to that? Although, unfortunately, I think my mouth has fallen open in shock.
“What the hell kind of question is that?” Thank god for Lexie. It’s those whipped out words that finally have me snapping out of my stupor. “You’re just bitter that Roan wasn’t interested in anything more than nailing your ass.”
The pretty blonde narrows her eyes at Lexie. “Who the hell is even talking to you, Lexie? For god’s sake, you couldn’t even hold onto Dylan Sullivan. Seriously, how sad is that?” A mean little glint enters her eyes before she smirks. “By the way, I heard he was with Sloan Morgan at the Sigma house last night.”
When Lexie’s face pales, the other girl covers her pouty little mouth with her hand. “Oops, sorry… thought you knew he had already moved on.”
“You’re such a bitch,” she seethes. Her hands tighten into clenched fists that hang at her sides. I really hope she doesn’t decide to throw a punch. I don’t know if we could take all three of these girls. I also hope for Dylan’s sake, that he was nowhere near the Sigma house last night.
“I know.” Jillian smiles sweetly before her eyes arrow right back to mine. Her lip curls up with distain. “I seriously have no idea what he sees in you. I mean, you’re flat as a board.” Arching a brow, she looks as though she’s considering something. “Well, you must give one hell of a blow job.” Then she shrugs her shapely shoulders. “Enjoy him while you can, honey, it won’t last long. In case you haven’t noticed, Roan likes to spread himself around.”
Lexie snorts. “You would know all about that. You like to spread yourself equally thin.”
Jillian shoots Lexie a death glare before the three girls finally stalk away. I realize as I watch them go, that I’m actually shaken by the confrontation. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I also realize that a few people have stopped to watch the encounter as well. They’re whispering to one another as my wide eyes stare blindly around me.
Feeling utterly humiliated, I grab Lexie’s arm before towing her towards the parking lot where her car is located.
“Hey, I thought we were grabbing lunch at the caf?”
I shake my head. My appetite has just pulled a disappearing act. All I want right now is to get off this damn campus and away from the constant glare of the spotlight. For god’s sake, it’s not even a spotlight that’s shining down on me. This girl came after me because I’m with Roan.
Unbelievable.
“Let’s just go somewhere else.”
Understanding instantly floods through her. “Yeah, sure.” We find her little silver Jetta before pulling open the doors. Slumping onto the front seat, I throw my messenger bag into the back before finally turning towards Lexie who is staring sympathetically at me.
“What in the hell was that?” I finally ask before shaking my head. “Did that seriously just happen?” Because I can’t believe it did. I’ve never had a problem with anyone before. And I really do try to treat people the way I would want to be treated. That’s one of the lessons my mother taught me and I try not to ever forget it.
That girl- Jillian- had a shitload of nerve marching up to me and saying something so unbelievably rude. She doesn’t even know me. She doesn’t know anything other than the fact that Roan has taken an interest in me. And apparently, for that very reason, she’s decided to dislike me. I can’t get over how childish that is. In all honesty, Jillian is gorgeous. Way more beautiful than I’ll ever be. She probably has legions of men trailing after her. And yet she wants one who isn’t interested.
Lexie blows out a long slow breath before finally saying, “Look, Jillian is nothing more than a skanky whore who has a massive hard-on for Roan. When I started hanging out with Dylan and Roan second semester last year, she was always hovering around him.” Lexie rolls her eyes. “I think she’d blow him in front of a room full of people just so he’d give her the time of day.”
That thought actually makes me physically sick to my stomach. I can’t imagine feeling so desperate for someone’s attention that I would disrespect myself like that. I can’t help but feel sorry for her. For the low self-esteem and self-worth she obviously struggles with.
Something tightens in the pit of my belly as I slowly force out the words, “So she’s been with him? He’s had sex with her?”
Lexie eyes me for a long silent moment before admitting, “Yeah, he has.”
Of course he has… I stare up at the creamy white interior of her car because I don’t know what else to do. Is this what I’m now going to have to put up with? These jealous women seeking me out, telling me to my face that I’m not good enough for him? I’m almost embarrassed when I feel the hot sting of tears prick the back of my eyes.
Damn it!
Lexie reaches out, rubbing my arm gently. “She’s a spiteful bitch, Ivy. Don’t pay any attention to her.”
I huff out a shaky little laugh. “Well, that’s a little hard to do when she’s all up in my face, spewing her garbage.”
“I know.” She sighs, “I went through a little bit of that last year when I got together with Dylan. After a while, it died down and then it wasn’t such a big deal.”
“I really like him.” The words slip easily off my tongue before I can think better of it.
She gives me a small smile. “I know you do, sweetie.”
Rolling my head to the side, my eyes lock on hers. “He’s not the asshole jock I thought he was.” Actually, he’s not an asshole at all.
Her lips curve upwards just a bit. “No, he’s not. I think it’s just,” her words falter for a moment before she continues, “I think it’s just his way of dealing with all the attention. I mean, you’ve seen the way people are constantly following him around, talking to him. And the girls… there’s certainly no shortage of them. They’re always throwing themselves a
t him. Whether he wants them to or not.”
“Yeah, I know.”
In that moment I realize that all Jillian whoever-the-hell-she-is wants from Roan is the status and attention that comes from being linked to a guy like him. It’s appalling just how many mercenary bitches out there want him simply for what he can do for them.
It makes me sick.
And angry.
I honestly don’t give a shit that Roan plays football. I’ve never cared about it. In fact, I think I’d actually like him more if all this fame or whatever-the-hell-it-is wasn’t attached to him. It’s really pathetic that no one else seems to feel the same way.
When I look at him now, I finally feel like I see the real Roan King.
The man beneath all the hype and bullshit.
I see the guy who drove me two and a half hours home and spent the entire day with my family, people he didn’t even know. I see the guy who made sure I was okay because he understood how difficult the situation was for me. It’s the same guy who wants to make sure we actually get to know one another before finally having sex. I see a guy who was able to move past his own prejudices and stereotypes to eventually change his notions about what a father needs to be.
The Roan King I’ve fallen for has absolutely nothing to do with football or the NFL. He’s smart and caring underneath all that protective armor he wears. And I’m starting to understand just why he has to protect himself the way he does.
The guy I’ve gotten to know over the past month is someone I’ve actually come to care about. I just wish everyone else could look past the pretty exterior to see the guy beneath all the football hype. Because he’s a really great guy. One worth knowing.
It’s quietly that Lexie finally asks, “Does this change the way you feel about him?”
Taking a deep breath, I force the words out slowly. “Yeah, I think it actually does.”
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