Page 112 of The Surprise Play

Seriously. That girl.

She drives me crazy, but I love her like no one else.

Closing the door with my hip, I stare up at the library, fisting the bag in my hand and reminding myself to justgo with the flow and stop trying to talk myself out of hanging with Satch.

So what if she’s living rent-free in my mind right now?

That’s not going to stop my football career, right?

There’s nothing wrong with having a friend who just happens to be a girl who I just happen to love making out with.

My blood stirs as I think about her wedged between my legs, her sweet tongue in my mouth and her lush body squished against mine.

Shit, that was hot.

I wanted to explore every one of those curves, and the fact that I have to wait before I’m allowed to do it makes it that much more tantalizing.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I weave my way through the stacks and around the corner.

Satch is waiting for me, hunched over her laptop and a notepad, reading, then scribbling, then playing with her bottom lip before typing something.

She must be working on one of her own assignments, and I feel bad for a second that she’s going to have to stop and help me with my shit.

Resting my shoulder against the end of the bookshelf, I watch her for a minute, drinking her in. My lips rise into a smile as I trace the line of her cheek and neck with my eyes. I let my gaze linger on her chin, remembering the taste of it when I nipped it between my lips.

And now I’m moving down her body, over the swell of her boobs and whatever else is hiding behind those loose skirts and dresses she wears. I want to explore every inch of her.

When she’s ready, Casanova! Calm the fuck down and walk over there, you idiot.

Jolting upright, I cut my sexy daydream short and quietly approach her.

Resting my hands on either side of the table around her, I lean down and whisper a soft greeting before nibbling the side of her neck.

She giggles and pulls away from me, turning her head to give me a reprimanding look. It makes me think of a sexy schoolteacher.

“Not until we’re done.” She holds up her finger between our noses. “Now, sit down, mister.”

“Seriously?” I plunk into my chair with an exaggerated huff. “Not even a hello kiss?”

“We’re doing this for your benefit.” She’s shaking her head as she nudges her chair away from me, rearranging the setup so I can’t even reach her anymore.

“You’re mean.” I pull my lips into a fake pout, and she fights a grin, her cheeks tinging pink.

“Get out your stuff. The sooner we get through your work, the sooner I can taste you again.”

Her sexy little comment has me sitting at attention like a well-trained dog.

And I do my very best to concentrate as we go through some finance problems she found online.

“This is probably what you’re going to be facing on your test.”

I work through them, focusing on the page in front of me and not how good she smells. I calculate that shit as fast as my brain can manage, and thank fuck it only takes forty-five minutes for me to pass the mini test she gives me.

Sitting beside her, my knee bobbing in agitation as she checks the last answer, I rest my chin in my hand and just let myself stare.

Her button nose wrinkles, her light brown eyebrows dipping as she looks over the last question. Her nose is cute. And I love the way her plump lips move as she whispers the calculations to herself and then nods, ticking my page with a smile before looking up at me.

“It’s official. You’re a finance wizard, and you’re totally going to pass this test.”