Defending Donovan (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 6)

He lifts his eyes to meet mine. “Do you want me to stop?”

I close my eyes for a split second, his scent filling my nostrils, his sex appeal too consuming for me to deny. He shifts his weight, about to roll off me when I grab him by the collar of his dress shirt. As if giving him the answer he needs, he bends down to slip his tongue inside my mouth, kissing me with an animalistic passion I crave.

Heat runs over my body in waves as his hand slides up my thigh. My shorts are so wet I wonder if he can feel my juices through the thin fabric. I’m drenched for Drake. He makes me so fucking hot. But we can’t take this too far. I won’t allow it. And now I know he won’t push it.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifts my tank top over my lacy black bra and slips his hand beneath the material. His big hand engulfs my breast, the large pad of his thumb rolling over my painfully sore nipple. He groans into my mouth, moving my bra over my breasts to bare them to him.

I miss the feel of his tongue against mine the second our lips separate. But he rewards me for my patience by covering my nipple with his mouth. Peeking up at me, he takes the hard bud between his teeth, nibbling and sucking until I’m ready to burst.

I can’t stand it anymore. The pressure builds from within, my core throbbing. He gives special attention to each breast, twisting the tiny buds between his big fingers as he uses his mouth and teeth to make me come. I can’t believe this simple act made me unravel like a ball of yarn. This is a first for me. And if I keep going with Drake, he will take another first from me.

I haven’t waited this long to have sex to give in to my desires with the biggest manwhore on campus. Nope, this cannot happen with Drake. Foreplay, sure, we can do that. But sex is one hundred percent out of the question. My first time can’t be in my dorm room with Drake. I want it to be with someone I love.

“Drake.” I fist his shirt between my fingers. He stops sucking on my nipple and looks up at me, a fire blazing behind his blue eyes. “We have to stop, okay?”

He nods and then sits up on the bed next to me. We sit there for a second in silence before he says, “Did I do something? I thought we were…”

I shake my head. “No, not at all. I want to keep going, but I can’t. You’ve been with so many girls, and I’ve been with… well, no one.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yeah.” My cheeks heat from my confession. “Don’t laugh.”

He slips his fingers between mine, holding my hand on his massive thigh. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Easy for you to say. You’ve done this plenty of times.”

“No, I haven’t,” he says without an ounce of hesitation.

His words strike me as odd. Earlier, he said he’s never been with any of the girls on campus, and yet he’s sent tons of dick pics over the years.

“Your actions don’t match your words. I don’t get you, Drake.”

“I haven’t done this,” he admits.

Surprised, I cock my head in his direction, eyebrows raised. “You’re joking, right?”

He shakes his head. “Nope, I wish I was.”

“You’re a virgin, too?”

A long, awkward silence fills the void, giving me the answer.

“How is that even possible? Girls throw themselves at you. I see it all the time.”

He rolls his shoulders, his big body moving against mine. “I don’t ever do more than fuck around with them.”

“And send them dick pics,” I add.

“Yeah, and that, too.”

As I turn to face him, the mattress shifts along with my weight. He’s so big he takes up most of the bed. My gentle giant has a secret that shocks the hell out of me. No one would ever believe that Drake’s a virgin. Even I’m having a hard time digesting the information, but I know he’s telling the truth. A man like Drake would never admit that if it weren’t true. His ego is too delicate for him to allow himself to be this vulnerable.

“Why do you send girls pictures if you don’t act on their advances?”

“I don’t know. It started out with me sending a pic to one girl. She passed it around to her friends, and then I started getting messages from random chicks.”

“But why do it at all?”

“My girlfriend in high school…” he starts, his eyes downcast at the thought, “… she freaked out when we tried to have sex, and ever since then, it’s been hard to get close to another girl.”

“What do you mean she freaked out?”