The Freshman (College Years 1)

“We’ll see.” His quiet confidence is sexy.

It’s also vaguely annoying, yet still sexy.

I shove his shoulder. “Don’t say that. You make it sound like Gracie is easy.”

“Nah. More like all that arguing is foreplay.”

“Kind of like when we first hung out?” I raise a brow.

“We didn’t argue too much.”

“Somewhat. And I tried my hardest to push you. Out on the jungle gym.” I smile, remembering that moment.

“When you took off your panties and shoved them at me?” he asks. I nod. “That was definitely foreplay.”

“I was testing you,” I stress, rolling my eyes, trying my best to keep the smile off my lips. But it’s like I can’t help it.

His hands slip from my hips to settle on my ass. They’re big and warm and when he gives me a squeeze, pulling me in closer, I can feel how hard he is. “Testing me. Flirting with me. Whatever.”

“You still have my panties?” I ask in a whisper.

He nods slowly.

I smile. “Where are they?”

“I’m not telling.”

“I want them back.”

“Nope.” He shakes his head.

“Tony…” I draw his name out.

“You c

an’t take back a gift,” he protests.

“They’re my underwear. They weren’t a gift.”

“I thought they were. You’re the one who shoved them at me.”

I really don’t want the panties back, but I’m curious where he might be keeping them. I glance around the room, spotting Millicent the cat sleeping in a chair on top of a folded blanket, my gaze settling on the giant dresser against the wall. “Do you keep them stashed in there?” I nod toward the dresser.

“Like I said, I’m not telling.” His lips thin into a straight line and he slowly shakes his head. “They’re mine.”

“You’re very possessive,” I say with a little pout.

“You have no idea,” he drawls before he dips his head and presses his mouth to mine.

The kiss goes deep instantly. Open mouths and seeking tongues. I thrust my hands into his thick hair. He grips my ass tight, pushing me against the wall. Again he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my thighs squeezing. He shifts closer, his denim covered erection obvious, and I blatantly rub my lower body against his, the delicious friction sending sparks all over my skin.

It’s been a while since I’ve been with a guy. And I can’t remember ever feeling so connected to a guy as I do with Tony.

“Are you trying to get off right now?” he murmurs against my mouth, sounding amused.

“What do you think?” I lift my hips, then drag them down. A little whimper escapes me as my pussy clenches in anticipation.

“I think you’re unlike any girl I’ve ever been with,” he says, awe tinging his voice as he leans in and kisses me yet again.