Most Desirable Player (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 7)

I get another sexy smirk from him.

Julian stares at my breasts while he eats his food, licking his lips between bites. Even though I’m not his meal, he sure as hell can have me for dessert.

“I didn’t want to make this night awkward,” Julian says after we finish our salads. “So, I hope what I said earlier didn’t bother you.”

I shake my head. “No, not at all. I just think we should take our time and not rush anything.”

“I can cancel the hotel room. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything you don’t want to do.”

I rest my hand on his thigh, staring up into his beautiful green irises. “No, I want to spend the night with you.”

“I meant what I said.” His tone is serious, controlled. “I’ve hated myself for a long time because of how I reacted that night, and since you wanted nothing to do with me after our breakup, I tried to move on with my life. I left you alone because that’s what I thought you wanted. But I never stopped caring about you. No girl has ever compared to you, Briana. None. Ever.”

I slide my hand up his thigh, sur

prised when I feel his growing erection through the thin fabric of his black trousers. “Someone’s excited,” I say with a wicked smirk that he returns.

“It’s this dress.” He brushes his fingers along my bare arm, sending chills down my spine. “The second I saw you in it, I wanted to rip it off you.” His eyes fall over my breasts that are popping out from the low-cut top. Julian glances over his shoulder, and then he dips his finger beneath my dress to tease me.

“Julian,” I moan, too distracted by his finger that might as well be his hand and mouth. “You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish.”

He moves his finger over my nipple that’s so hard it hurts and rips a hiss from my lips. “Finishing is something I’m good at.” Julian winks, the dimple in his cheek popping as he smiles.

He dips down to kiss my lips, his hand slipping between my legs in the process. I want to pull away from him because I’m afraid the waitress will come back, but I also don’t give a shit. I wish we could skip dinner and go straight to the hotel. Just the thought of having him inside me again excites me. With his hand beneath my dress, I consider peeling my panties to the side to get some relief when the waitress stops at our table with our food.

We act as if his hand isn’t under my dress. Nope, we pretend we were talking about the weather, all while we’re dying for her to drop the plates on the table and go. I let out a sigh of relief after she leaves. Julian sips his beer, staring over at me with a strange look on his handsome face. We eat our steak that’s so mouthwatering I swear I’ve never tasted anything better. It’s better than sex. Well, maybe not sex with Julian, but it’s pretty damn close. And pretty soon, I’m about to find out. Again. I just hope he doesn’t break my heart.

Chapter Eighteen

Julian

After dinner, Ramon drops us off at the Ritz Carlton. I booked us a suite that overlooks City Hall. Briana hasn’t stopped staring out the window since we got here.

“Our view is incredible,” she says, looking dreamily out at the bright lights of the city.

I move behind Briana and wrap my arms around her stomach, resting my chin on her shoulder as I whisper into her ear. “I’m happy you’re here with me. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” Pressing a kiss to her cheek, I slide my hand to her hip. “I missed you, Bri.”

Briana leans her head back on my shoulder, her eyes closed. “I missed you, too, Julian.”

She makes a purring sound, shivering with each kiss I plant along her skin, saying my name under her breath. Slipping from my arms, she turns around to face me and attaches her body to mine. Briana slides her palms up my chest until her arms are hooked around my neck. Cupping her face in my hand, I slip my tongue into her mouth.

Each kiss makes it harder for me to take things slow. But I don’t want to rush anything when it comes to Briana. This is our second chance. I have to show her how much I missed her and that this is more than sex. When it comes to Briana, it’s always more than sex.

Briana tugs on my bottom lip with her teeth. Her breath warms my lips as she purrs my name. She reaches between us and pulls down the zipper of my pants. Her dress is already bunched up around her waist, revealing a pair of silky black panties. My cock pokes through the slit in my boxers and grazes her leg, which earns me another moan from her plump lips that are swollen from kissing.

“Touch me.” She moves her panties to the side, giving me enough room to slip two fingers inside her. She’s so fucking wet that I close my eyes, enjoying every second, and push further, quickening my pace with each thrust.

“Fucking hell,” she groans, and her inner walls tighten to match her grip on my neck. She’s so greedy for more when she rocks her hips against my hand. “I’m so close,” she whispers and then parts my lips with her tongue. For a split second, our lips separate and she whispers, “Julian… I’m gonna come.”

And when she unravels for me, it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. Briana tilts her head back against the window, her moans turning into screams as her orgasm rocks through her with the violent force of a hurricane. Our lips meet once more. After I give her a long, hard kiss, I set her back on the carpet and drop to my knees in front of her. No one can see us through the tinted window. Even so, the thought of people watching us thrills me.

She stares down at me, her eyes lidded and her breathing ragged. My name is a whisper on her lips as she shoves her fingers through my gelled hair. Gripping her hips, I pull her to me and bend forward to roll my tongue over her clit, causing her body to jerk in response. My tongue slips between her folds, lapping up her juices. It’s not long before the pressure builds again, and she’s fisting my hair in her hand, screaming my name as she loses all control.

Her legs are wobbly by the time I hold her in my arms and our eyes meet.

Reaching behind her, I tug on the zipper of her dress. “This needs to go.”

She gives me a satisfied smile and slides the dress over her hips. The fabric falls to the floor around her ankles along with her panties.