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Taylor
On our way home from The Sixth Floor, Drake stops at McDonald’s for me. I don’t make a habit of eating junk food, but it’s the only place open this late at night. I’m starving, the beer now going straight to my head as my stomach churns from hunger.
Drake reaches across the center console and shoves his hand into my bag to grab some fries.
“Hey.” I slap his hand, but he sneaks a fistful of fries, anyway.
He laughs as he chews, his eyes fixed on the road in front of us. “I’d rather eat yours.” Drake licks the salt from his full lips and then glances over at me with an evil look in his eyes. “I’d rather eat you,” he adds, ripping a gasp from my throat.
Oh. My. God.
Rolling my bag to keep the food from getting cold, I peek over at Drake. “What is wrong with you? Do you think about anything other than sex?”
“I think about hockey,” he counters. “I’m thinking about you right now.”
My heart slams so hard into my chest it feels as though it’s trying to escape. With every fiber of my being, I want to hate him. I should avoid him as much as possible. So, why does he keep producing this strange reaction within me?
“You look hot,” he admits. “I like that outfit on you.”
“Thanks, I guess. I don’t know what to make of you, Drake Donovan. You’re such a dirty boy.”
Shit, why did I just say that?
I turn my head away from him to look out the window, but he slides his hand beneath my chin to pull my gaze back to his. His touch is so sensual that the way his fingers glide along my skin and sends shivers down my arms.
He rolls his tongue along his bottom lip. “I’d like to show you just how dirty I could get.”
“Drake.” I push his hand away from my face. “This is not happening.”
He grips the steering wheel with both hands and grunts. “Why the hell not? I know you want me.”
I laugh at his comment. How presumptuous of him to think he has a shot with me just because he’s giving me a ride home.
“Well, for starters, you’ve had sex with every girl on campus.
” His face twists in disgust at my words.
“Your fragile ego can’t handle a hit, so I can only imagine how you react when you don’t get your way over something more important than sex.
You’re like a giant spoiled brat who’s never heard the word ‘no,’ and you use your sexuality to control women.
News flash, buddy, I’m not some puck bunny who’s gonna chase after you, and I’m not impressed by your dick. ”
More like I’m terrified of it.
A long beat passes between us, his expression unreadable as he navigates the dark road that leads toward the Strickland University campus.
He clears his throat, still unable to meet my gaze. “You think you have me all figured out, don’t you? Well, news flash, buddy…” he says to throw my words back in my face “… you don’t know me for shit. So don’t act like you do.”
“Please enlighten me.” I throw my arm out at him. “Tell me why you show your dick to every girl on campus. I mean, seriously, Drake, are there even any girls left that you haven’t hooked up with?”
“Name one girl I’ve had sex with,” he challenges, and I’m not sure where he’s going with this.
“Jackie, I assume. Since you were sending her pics last week.”
He shakes his head. “Nope, never even touched her. I have standards.”
“You’re not exactly changing my mind here. You sound like more of a jerk than before.”
“I haven’t had sex with any of the girls on campus.”
“Any?” I narrow my eyes at him. “Okay, now I know you’re lying.”
“I’m not. Just because I send girls pics doesn’t mean I fuck them.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
He nods. “You would think.”
“Then, why do you do it?”
He parks out front of my dormitory. “Because I like the attention.”
“Really?” I cross my arms over my chest, and his eyes land on my breasts. “You do it for the attention? I’m not buying it.”
“Few guys’ dicks are as big as mine. I didn’t set out to show it to every girl on campus, but one girl told a friend, and then it kinda started this whole thing.”
I shift in my seat, my hand resting on the door handle, contemplating my last question. “When was the last time you had sex?”
He peels his eyes away from mine and sighs, running a hand through his dark hair to push it off his forehead. “I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Please don’t tell me it was before you came to the club tonight.”
He shakes his head, nostrils flared. “Would you stop, Taylor? Fuck! I don’t want to have this conversation with you.”
“Why not? You seem to be so open with every other girl. What makes me any different?”
“Because I like you. And if I tell you…”
A chill rolls down my arms from the intense look in his eyes that are darker now, narrowed into slits. He’s so intimidating when he’s angry, his muscular arms and thick frame filling the surrounding space.
“Tell me what?”
“The truth,” he whispers, unable to look at me.
The seriousness in his tone causes my stomach to clench.
The truth about what?
What’s Drake hiding?
He’s kind of freaking me out right now with how fast his demeanor has shifted. For someone who looks so perfect on the outside, I can tell he’s hurting on the inside.
Instinctively, I reach over to brush my thumb along the dark stubble on his angular jaw.
I don’t know why I’m touching him, but something inside me is pushing me to make contact.
My skin tingles with each brush of his skin, the sensation going straight to my core.
I press my legs together, hating how quickly my stupid body responds to him.
I drag my finger along his bottom lip. “What are you hiding, Drake?”
He sticks his tongue, and a wave of heat dances along my skin when our eyes meet. “Please, Taylor. Stop pushing it.” Drake clutches my wrist with two fingers, holding my hand in place. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I don’t understand. You say you like me, but yet, you’re less open with me than other girls on campus. You didn’t even know Jackie’s name.”
With an irritated grunt, he drops my hand and unbuttons his jeans.
I wave my hand in front of him. “Whoa, what the hell are you doing?”
“You want to see it. Isn’t that what you want? You’re jealous of the other girls.”
“No. Not even close. I don’t understand why you lead every conversation with sex. It’s like you’re so afraid of anyone getting to know you.”
“Because every time I let someone in, they get scared and walk away. So, I figure I might as well show them what they’re getting up front and save both of us time.”
“Save both of you time from what?”
“The inevitable,” he says, getting out of his Escalade.
Drake rushes around to my side and opens my door. He extends his hand to me, and I don’t even hesitate to thread my fingers between his. For a reason I can’t comprehend, I allow him to hold my hand as he walks me to my dorm. And I don’t stop him when he follows me up to my floor.
I lean back against my door, peeking up at him. He’s so gorgeous my throat closes up. Unable to move or think, I stand there in the hallway. People are spilling out from the rooms, and I can hear a few parties at the end of the hall still in full swing.
“Do you want to… um, come in?”
Why am I inviting him into the apartment? Bex isn’t home to stop me from doing something stupid.
He nods, his chest rising and falling.
Once we step inside the entryway, Drake shuts the door behind us. He has me pinned against the wall before I know what’s happening. Gripping both of my wrists, he raises my arms above my head and presses them against the wall as he inches his way to my mouth.
“Drake,” I mutter. “What are you doing?”
“If I don’t fucking kiss you, I’m gonna die. You’re killing me, Taylor.”
I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath before blowing it out of my nose.
He can kiss me.
Hell, I want to kiss him too.
I’ve tried so hard to suppress my emotions, but the alcohol isn’t making it easy.
Staring into his eyes, I flick my tongue over my lips. With that simple gesture, he lifts me up, carrying me toward the back of the apartment where two doors lead to Bex and my bedrooms.
“Which one is yours?”
“Left,” I say, my body humming with electricity.
“But we’re not having sex, so let’s get that straight right now.”
Drake nods and then kicks the door shut.
Gripping my ass with both hands, he staggers over to my bed.
He lowers me onto the mattress and settles between my thighs, his erection pressing against my leg through his jeans.
The feral look in his eyes sends an immediate rush of excitement throughout my body, and my core clenches in response.
Grunting, he sucks on my bottom lip like he will make good on his promise to eat me.
I wish he would right now. The magic he’s working between my legs has me wound so tight I feel like a twig about to snap in half.
He tugs on my bottom lip and then drags his tongue along my skin, ripping a strangled moan from my throat.
Cupping the side of my face with his left hand, the other roams down my stomach.
A ripple of pleasure rolls over me in waves.
Drake handles me like someone with experience, and here I am with close to none.
Testing my limits, he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of my spandex shorts.
I want to push him off me. Every rational part of me says to stop.
But my mind isn’t doing the thinking right now.
My body comes alive like a lit firecracker, every part of me ready to explode. Drake is too much. Too big, too manly, too damn sexy for his own good. He smells like clean linen and spicy aftershave, a combination that has my hormones raging out of control.
Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he rocks his hips against me. The long, hard length of his cock digs into my thigh, and he groans every time I move my hips to meet his. For a second, I consider the situation. What am I doing with Drake? Why did I invite him up to my room?