I would stop dancing with this girl too, but Lili is dancing with Jarod the QB and it’s pissing me off because she should be dancing with me. Which I know in reality isn’t possible because she isn’t mine, but that isn’t stopping me from wanting to claim her.
Lili takes off somewhere and I tell the girl. “Sorry, I got to go.” She begins to mumble something but I don’t wait. I go after Lili.
Lili walks away from the main room and then she’s heading upstairs, which I am thinking is a terrible idea because I can only imagine what goes on up there. I can’t imagine Lili is just going to randomly hook up with someone. After I think the thought, I realize we randomly hooked up in Hawaii, but it wasn’t so random. We spent time together talking too. Enough time to know my body ached to be inside her.
I follow her up the stairs and I hear her ask someone where the bathroom is. She doesn’t notice she’s being followed either and by the way she’s walking, she’s definitely tipsy. Hell, alcohol has my brain in a fog and I realize I probably wouldn’t be following her if it wasn’t. She pauses by the bathroom door. It’s locked.
“Hi,” I say, and she turns around. Her palm covers her chest.
“Logan,” she breathes my name.
“What’s up?” I ask, well aware my body feels loose and my lips feel. . .weird.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she says, and she moves in to hug me.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I reply, and my nose gets buried in her hair as I take in her scent.
She pulls away. “You look good,” I swallow, taking her in. I try not to let my gaze linger on her chest, but how can I not? She looks edible.
“You clean up nice,” she says. Her words make my insides smile because Lili is tough. She doesn’t just dish out compliments.
A girl walks out of the bathroom. Lili looks at me. “Give me a sec.”
I nod and she walks in to use the restroom. All I can think about is finding an empty room and having my way with her.
A few minutes later the door to the bathroom opens. “A girl told me you’ve never hooked up with anyone at this university. Is that true?” She stands in the doorway to the bathroom. At least there isn’t a line up for it.
I cock a brow. “Um. . .” I rub the scruff on my chin. “That’s true.”
“How is that possible?” she asks, brown eyes wide, eyebrows raised.
“It just is. I told you I wasn’t the getting-around type,” I say to her.
“But you’ve been in this place two and a half years,” she tells me, as if I didn’t know.
“That would be correct,” I laugh. I take a step toward her and place my hand at her hip. “Why does it matter?”
I watch her throat bob. “That girl on the dance floor was all over you.”
“She was,” I agree.
“Why did you allow her to be all over you when you’ve never allowed anyone else to be all over you?” she asks.
“We’re getting deep here,” I joke.
“Answer,” she says, watching me earnestly.
“Because I’m trying new things. There’s this Latina girl I can’t get out of my head. I was hoping the blonde would distract me, but I felt nothing. All I could do was watch you dancing with Jarod while wishing it was you rubbing your fine ass on my cock.”
Her breathing kicks up and then she moves toward me and crashes her lips to mine. Everything happens in a blur as I back her up into the bathroom and lock the door. Her hands come up to my face and we kiss all hot and heavy, with hungry swipes of our tongues and wet smacking of our lips. I wrap my hands around her waist and back her up into the counter. Then I lift her up onto it and stand between her legs. We kiss passionately, and I press my hard cock into her panties and feel her heat. Her skirt is now above her waist since it wasn’t too long to begin with. I reach down and touch her and she’s so wet.
“Damn, you feel good.” I insert a finger into her panties, and she moans.
“What are we doing?” she pants.
“What does it seem like?” I respond, rubbing my finger along her nub. She moans.
“We can’t do this. If my dad found out. If anyone sees us. . .” She doesn’t have to finish the sentence, and she can’t as I insert two fingers inside her.
She reaches forward and holds on to me as she moves her hips. “Logan,” she groans. She reaches between us and rubs my cock and I growl.
“Easy,” I warn her.
“I want you inside me. That’s all I can think about. I keep trying to get Hawaii out of my head but I remember our nights together and . . .” Her pussy squeezes my fingers as she moans some more.
“I can’t stop thinking about you either. We can be careful. No one has to find out,” I tell her, knowing full well it is the mix of alcohol and the taste of her lips on mine that is driving this insanity.
“We’re both drunk. We can’t,” she says, holding my arm still from fingering her. She looks like she’s trying to make the right decision.
“I want you, Lili. I don’t want to risk my career because I’ve worked damn hard, but I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else before.” It isn’t a lie.
“Logan,” she groans, and then she’s undoing my belt and unzipping my pants.
“I don’t have a condom,” I tell her.
“I’m on the Pill and I haven’t been with anyone but you,” she says.
I reach down and claim her lips, and she pushes my pants down to my knees.
“I need you inside me,” she says.
She reaches down and guides me to her opening. When I push inside her, we both let out a joint groan. “You feel so damn good. I missed being inside you,” I say and then we both lose control as we kiss. I push inside her, filling her, and then she moves her hips as we move hungrily fucking each other. She begins to moan loudly, and I clap a hand over her mouth. We fuck hard until she comes apart and I follow, letting go inside her. She holds on to me as I jerk inside her, her fingernails digging into my back. We stay melded together until our breathing slows and then I slowly pull out of her. I grab some toilet paper and pass her some to clean herself up, and then I wipe my cock.
“What have we done?” she asks.
“I want to do that again and again,” I state, and it’s the truth.
“We have to be so careful, Logan. We both have so much riding on the line. My father is just starting to see me as not such a mess anymore, and Westfall is costing my family a whole lot. I can’t let them down, and I know you’ve worked your whole life to get to this point.”
I throw the tissue in the trash and wash my hands with soap and water. Then I turn to her and rub my thumb along the soft skin of her cheek. “I have, but I also haven’t felt this way before.”
“Why do people think your gay?” she asks out of the blue.
I shrug. “I’m on the team and I spent my time studying and playing hockey. They’re right, I’ve never hooked up with anyone at this university or anywhere,” I suddenly say, revealing my truth.
Her dark brows draw together. “I’m not following.”
“I was a virgin in Hawaii,” I confess, and I watch her mouth fall slack.