She shrugs. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Yeah, let’s go. We’ll ride my bike.”
It only takes a few minutes to get on the bike and head to her car. She points out her car and when I see that it’s a BMW Z4 Roadster, I’m floored.
“Damn, you drive that?”
She laughs as she gets off the bike, handing me her helmet. “It’s old. Don’t get hard off it.”
I scoff. “It doesn’t matter how old it is, that sucker is beautiful.”
“Yeah, funny thing is I used to think this car was ugly. I was wrong, obviously. I love her and her old ass – she’s my girl. Anyway, I’ll meet you over there.”
“Cool,” I say, still checking out her car and then checking her out as she gets in it. It’s extremely sexy having a hot girl in a hot car. I have to adjust in my seat just to relieve some of the pressure my dick is causing in my jeans. Letting out a long breath, I can’t help but think that it’s gonna be hard, literally, sleeping beside a hot girl who drives a hot car. I’ll manage, though.
Pulling away, I drive toward the house and wait out in the parking lot for her. She pulls up a few minutes after I do, and I laugh as she gets out of the car.
“With all the power that car has, you drive like an old lady?”
She glares. “For your information, I don’t like getting tickets, and having this kind of car, campus police are on me like white on rice.”
“Always so responsible,” I tease, but when the heat flashes in her eyes, I am swallowing loudly.
“Let’s go inside and I’ll show you how irresponsible I can be,” she says as she comes up to me, taking my face in her hands and pressing her mouth to mine. Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss her hard, holding her so close I’m sure she can’t breathe, but I can’t help it. Heat rolls off her body, and my dick is so hard against the zipper of my jeans that it hurts, but I just can’t stop. I need to feel her, and the more we kiss, the more I know my earlier thought of not being able to sleep beside her and not be buried inside her rings true. But when she pulls away, her eyes blazing with lust, I know that I’ll wait forever as long as I get to see that look after each kiss.
“That’s against the rules,” I point out, and she smiles a little minx-type grin.
“Maybe we can bend them a bit?”
I eye her, wondering if this is a trick. She could be testing me, but the lust in her eyes says she isn’t, and I don’t know how I feel about that. While I want nothing more than to lose myself completely in her, I know that I want her to know this is for real.
“Let’s go in,” I say roughly and she nods, looking so damn good it hurts.
Dragging my gaze away from her, I head inside, and as soon as the door shuts, all the guys who are on the couch look back at us. One by one, they grin, and I glare as they all shout out catcalls.
“Get it, Sinclair.”
“Yeah, buddy, back on the horse.”
“Damn, she’s fine.”
In my head, I’m planning Matt’s funeral as I flip them off before heading downstairs to my room. “They’re idiots.”
“Most guys are.”
I flash her a mock hurt look, and she laughs a little harder. “Except for you, babe.”
“That’s right,” I say, wrapping my arms around her and then pushing her against the door, intending to go in for a long, lusty kiss, but before I can, it slams open and Jayden looks up from his computer, raising an eyebrow.
“Hey, guys,” he says cautiously.
“Hey, leave,” I say.
He glares and Claire smacks me.
“That’s rude!” she scolds me and I laugh.
“Do you want him seeing you in panties and a bra?” I ask and her look says it all. No, she doesn’t. Looking back at Jayden, I say, “’Cause I sure don’t, so leave, Jay.”