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I raise an eyebrow, fighting a grin. Knowing where her mind’s going has me half-hard already. “Five minutes?”
The air’s electric. I wait, holding back. Usually, I’d make the first move, but something says she needs to be the one this time. My eyes drift to her lips—soft, pink, begging to be kissed.
“Jameson might be back, like, any minute,” I warn, immediately wishing I hadn’t brought up my roommate. But if I don’t, this tension might kill me.
“Oh.” She looks nervous. “Actually?”
“I mean, maybe. He went to PetSmart.”
Another pause, then a grin that makes my heart stop. “Lock the door?”
I bite back a laugh as her hands find my chest. Camdyn always surprises me. I think she gets off on this forbidden thing. Hell, so do I. No labels, no pressure. Well, there’s pressure, but right now? When it’s pure chemistry and we can’t keep our hands to ourselves? This is what I live for.
“You know…” I press my lips to hers, tasting mint and coffee. “He has a key.”
“Oh, yeah.” Her cheeks flush darker, and damn if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “Ya better make this quick, huh?”
Mookie chooses this exact moment to start screaming from under my bed, protesting being ignored. But with Camdyn’s hands on me and that look in her eye, he’s just gonna have to deal. Some things are worth risking a roommate walking in.
“Mhm.” I slide my hands up her waist, under her shirt and bra, cupping her breasts. Her nipples harden under my palms. I don’t bother with her shirt at first. I want inside her—need her so bad. The shirt goes eventually, though. I need her skin against mine.
I press my mouth to hers. I can’t wait anymore. I need this, and I don’t want it from anyone else. The pull between us is too strong, has been building for way too long. When our lips finally meet, it’s like striking a match—contact ignites something primal and urgent.
My fingers thread through her hair, cradling the back of her head as I pull her closer. When my tongue traces the seam of her lips, she parts them with a soft sigh that unravels what little control I have left. The kiss deepens, the world narrowing to just her melting against me, the sweet slide of her tongue, the barely-contained need.
I tilt her head back, changing the angle to taste her more. Her fingers curl into my shirt, her heartbeat racing against my chest, matching mine.
When she pulls back for breath, I move my mouth to her neck, drag my tongue up to her ear. “I missed you, girl,” I moan, bending her over my bed and pulling down her leggings.
She looks over her shoulder, widening her stance. “I might make you prove that.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
She nods, but her words cut off when I slide inside her. She’s wet, tight, exactly what I need before tonight’s game. When I’m all the way in, her head falls to the mattress and her fists grip the blanket.
“Oh my God,” she pants, a needy whisper. “You need to make this quick.”
I pull out slowly, then push back in, harder. “What about you?”
“I wanna see you come fast,” she breathes. “Show me how bad you missed me.”
Well, okay. I’m definitely down for that.
And I do show her.
I push deeper, my hand on her hip sliding to her pussy. I keep my fingers there a second, feeling myself moving in and out, then slide them to her clit. I know exactly how to get Camdyn off and while she said it was about me, I’m tempted to make her come too.
Only, getting her off doesn’t work because I’m already there in two minutes. I try to hold off, pulling out, pushing back in, shuddering with every move. I don’t last much longer.
Maybe two minutes, and that’s when Jameson opens the door to our dorm.
I don’t know what he sees—maybe my bare ass as I yank up my shorts, maybe Camdyn’s chest as she scrambles to coverherself. Whatever it is, it’s enough to make him drop everything, slap his palms over his eyes, and burst out laughing like he’s just seen the best comedy show of his life.
“Holy shit, guys.” He’s practically crying, stumbling back against the door. “Really?”
I pull up my shorts, laughing too. “Ya could’ve knocked.”
“Dude, I live here.” He blindly sets down his PetSmart haul, and when he finally peeks, he spots Mookie on my pillow. “I think he likes tits.”