The air between us goes thick. Gently, Baylor relieves me of the knife before cupping the back of my neck. I play midfield on the lacrosse team. I glance over my shoulder, as if he might be behind me or something. My hands are useless, fumbling with the button of my jeans, grasping and missing the taps before I manage to turn on the shower.
My head turns to the wide plate windows just as the men and women in the box start to shout. Having been chubby for most of my adolescence has left me sensitive. God, it was humiliating to watch the realization of what she did steal over her features and the horror creep into her eyes. Lots of girls wax themselves bare. Tears smart my eyes as I walk back to the tiny kitchen to get another platter of chicken fingers. My knees actually go weak, and I have to lean against the tiles or risk falling over. His expression is grim, scared, and it scares me more.
His pulse thrums, quick and visible just beneath the golden skin of his throat. A ghost of a sound comes from his direction as if he too is swallowing his groan. Icy water hits my overheated skin, and I hiss. Class ambles along at an excruciating pace. Without thinking, I wrench my head to the side. Henry saunters up to the breakfast bar. Her breath hitches, her teeth catching the plump curve of her lip.
What the holy hell had I done? My questing thumb finds his nipple, and he stops breathing altogether. My panties are wrenched to the side. Fingers rake my shoulders, grab hold of my top and pull it to my waist. Not by Drew, but by the rest of the world, watching us from the corners of their eyes the whole time. Before I can take my next breath, his mouth is on my sex. His tongue darts out as he licks his lower lip. The floor is devoid of people, and so quiet that I can hear my own breath coming out in disjointed bursts.
My voice comes out rough and strangled. The top slips further, exposing more skin. I suppress a sigh and try to look unfazed. I swear I could practically hear an alarm blaring, a call to activate shields and arm the photon torpedoes. Chest tight, I turn away and try to ignore him.
The sleaze always, always, eyes my boobs and ass. The authority of his presence is enough for Henry to look away first. A familiar lump of pain settles at the back of my throat. The kiss is possessive, tender, and just enough to have me wanting to chase after him as he pulls away. She arches off the bed, and I have to place a hand on the gentle curve of her belly to hold her still. It gets worse as I draw up before him.
The truth is, I stopped to down a Diet Coke and a bag of cashews before heading to class. I reach into the fridge and then toss Gray a beer. Before I can say anything back, he leans down and captures my mouth with his. Besides, I cringe at jacking off to thoughts of her now like a pathetic beggar. Unknown: Then give me the address, Jones. Lust flares through my veins like fire.
Now, glancing at Lambert and then away, anxiety rolls within my stomach. Would you please take your seats? Then he opens his mouth and ruins everything. The knowledge is thick and heavy between us. The vision of endless toothpaste commercial candidates dancing through my head makes it all a little hard to believe. Coach batters safe sex messages into our heads on a constant basis.
His fingers tug aside my panties before his thumb presses into my wet, swollen lips. Because at that moment, I became a bonehead. The next instant, my fingers steal under his shirt. His large thigh presses against my smaller one and heat blooms along the connection. I pull out two dishes and get the forks. The scent of onions and beef perfume the air. Shaking, Baylor stands there, so close that his heady scent and vivid heat envelop me.