Hothead (Irresistible 4)

“What?” He stood up straight as I marched over to him.

“He’s watching right now, so do something,” I said hotly, heels clacking. “For him to see. Whatever you want, just do it now,” I muttered fast.

Drew tilted his head warningly as if to ask if I was sure. But another second passed, and his gentleman window was gone. It was like a switch had flipped and suddenly, his gaze was heavy, pinned to all the bouncing parts of body as I stormed over to him in a fury.

The second I was close enough to grab his shirt he caught the nape of my neck and slammed his mouth over mine.

I squeezed the handful of cotton, pulling it away from his chest as his tongue collided against mine. Its roughness made my pussy instantly throb. When I felt his arm circle my waist, I let my knees go weak because his kiss was so instantly deep, hungry. Demanding. The way his tongue lashed and pulsed against me made it feel as if he’d been waiting forever to taste me, and I truly couldn’t remember the last time my body felt this hot. And wanted.

“Touch me somewhere,” I exhaled between kisses. “Put your hand on my – ”

He cut me off with his palm flat on my ass, squeezing me so hard with those long fingers that I felt him spreading my pussy. Oh my God. Warmth pooled in my panties as he held his tight handful of me, refusing to let go as his shamelessly rough, greedy tongue stroked against mine.

Crap. This was going far beyond PDA. We’d surpassed three seconds at this point, but it felt too fucking good to stop.

“Trying to torture me?” Drew growled into my mouth, and only then did I realize that I was grinding my body against his – was it? Oh God, it was – his enormous fucking erection.

Holy shit.

I yanked away, forcibly removing myself from Drew’s body. Once my brain caught up to my body and realized that he’d just had his swollen dick pressed up against my belly, I looked down and breathed out, “Fuck.” There was no way to contain my shock because good God, it looked like a steel pipe was lying diagonally across his left thigh. My own thighs clenched at the sheer sight of his size, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away till he grasped the front of my dress and jerked me back into his body.

“Drew!” I hissed as I felt every throbbing inch of him again. My mouth fell open when I tried pushing off and he tightened his grip, holding me right in place. “Are you really forcing me to rub up against your dick right now?” I whisper-yelled furiously.

He looked down his nose at me, lust mixed with irritation in that heavy-lidded gaze.

“No,” he replied slowly, squeezing his handful of my dress. “I’m using you as a shield because I’m rock hard in the middle of the street and half the sidewalk has their phones out. Which means if my dick winds up in the tabloids tomorrow, you owe me a fucking lap dance in that maid costume.” He cocked his head with a smirk. “Deal?”

I blinked at him for several seconds. Despite my racing heart, I managed to give something of a laugh.

“Totally. Deal,” I snorted, solely because this maid costume didn’t actually exist. Of course that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about it for the duration of the car ride, during which I sat in total silence while staring out the window because as much as I wanted to deny it, I was realizing something truly and severely annoying:

I kind of liked Drew Maddox.

He was an arrogant jock and everything I knew to avoid in a man, but I enjoyed his company. In fact, I was beyond attracted to him.

Which meant the next three months of resisting him were about to be chaos.

10

DREW

I woke up the next morning pissed at myself and the world – mostly because I woke up harder than I’d ever been in my life, and even in my dreams, I wasn’t allowed to fuck Evie.

You idiot, Maddox. I really wasn’t sure what was I thinking when I agreed to this shit. I hadn’t thought it through. I’d gone in blind and banked on the fact that I wanted a championship more than anything in the world. Anything pitted up against my need to win would lose. No sex for three months? It wouldn’t be easy but I could do it for sure.

At least that was what I had thought.

But that was before yesterday’s “date” with Evie. It was before I heard her breathy little fuck-me voice as she rubbed my chest and called me baby. It was before I got to rub her naked thigh in front of her idiot ex and feel every little twitch of her arousal right under my palm. And it was definitely before I saw those perfect tits bounce damned near out of her dress as she marched out of the restaurant, all hot and breathless as she told me to do whatever I wanted to her.

Fuck, if she said those words to me now she’d be on my floor with her ripped panties in my fist and my cock balls-deep in her pussy.

Do something. Whatever you want, just do it now.

I relived the exact words she murmured to me because it was easily the hottest thing I’d ever heard in my life. And definitely a hell of a surprise.

I’d thought this whole thing was going to be a process. I was pretty damned sure that she was too hung up over that Matt asshole to get that into the act. But she proved me more than wrong, and now I was paying for it because this was morning wood like I’d never felt it before. It felt like a fucking weight on my abs once I freed it from my boxers, and it was so stiff I hardly had to touch it to feel sensation tingling from tip to root.

Fuck me.