Playing Hard to Get(48)

Okay, I’m bragging about my dick size. It’s definitely not small. Not even close.

Reaching down, I try to readjust myself, wincing at the ache that rocks through my balls. I don’t even have boxer briefs on to contain this beast. Jesus.

I turn, ready to encourage her to get rid of the shirt and bra, but her gaze drops to my groin, her eyes going the widest I’ve ever seen them.

“Tell me that’s not all you.”

It’s fairly fucking obvious it’s all me. “Uh…”

“Knox.” Her eyes meet mine, and is that fear in them? “My God.”

I rest my hand over my junk, trying to hide it, but it’s no use. “This is what you do to me.”

“I…” She shakes her head, collapsing onto the chair we were just sitting on. “Just…wow.”

I start to deflate, literally. I can see it on her face—she’s second-guessing this entire situation. “That happened pretty fast. Faster than normal.”

“Uh huh.” The moment I drop my hand, she’s staring at my erection again. “We’re probably not going to get any work done today, huh?”

I shake my head. “My rough draft is due Friday.”

“Friday? God, she’s mean. And right before your game too.”

Huh. Look how she cares. “At least I don’t have to write it over the weekend.”

“True.” Sighing, she glances down at herself and her cheeks immediately turn pink. “Oh my God, look at me. I was trying for professional here.”

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, and she shakes her head, ignoring me completely as she tries to yank her bra into place, covering her tits. She then tries to reach behind herself to re-hook it, but it’s not really working.

I approach her, offering my hand. “Let me help you.”

She takes my hand and stands, slowly turning around to present her back to me. I reach beneath her shirt, hooking the bra back together, and she faces me once more, her mouth falling open in surprise when I start to button her shirt.

It’s absolute torture, brushing my fingers against her soft skin as I cover her back up, but it’s the least I can do after what just happened.

“Thank you,” she murmurs when I finish, her head still bent. “I know I keep saying this but—”

I run my finger down the front of her shirt, stopping directly between her breasts. “If you say one more time how we shouldn’t do this, I’m going to stuff something in your mouth to shut you up.”

Her gaze jerks to mine, her lips parting slightly. “What exactly are you going to stuff in my mouth?”

My smile is wicked. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

She laughs, breaking the tension, and I wonder if she knows how fucking serious I was with that comment.

Because I was dead-ass serious.

“I think I’m going to go,” she announces, grabbing her things and stuffing them back into her bag. “Clearly we’re not going to get any work done here.”

I glance at the clock hanging on the wall. “We still have forty-five minutes.”

“Do you really want to work on your rough draft right now?”

I shake my head. That’s the last thing I want to do. “You have somewhere to be?”

“No.”

“Let’s hang out.” When she frowns, I add, “Not here. Let’s—go grab some coffee or whatever.”

She contemplates me for a moment. I glance down at my groin, thankful my erection is already pretty much gone. Can’t imagine leaving the library with a massive boner. “Just coffee?”

“I’m not going to maul you in the coffee place on campus,” I say wryly.

Her cheeks flush. It’s so easy to embarrass her. “I didn’t think you would.”

“Even though I might want to.” I smile. “Come on. Let me buy you a pumpkin spice latte or whatever it is you chicks seem to dig during fall.”

She rolls her eyes as she closes her book bag, slinging it over her shoulder. “I hate pumpkin spice lattes.”

“Of course you do,” I mutter as I follow her to the door. Every other woman I know seems to love them.

We end up at the coffee place that’s across the way from the library. She orders a nonfat vanilla latte and I get a cup of plain coffee with creamer and sugar because I can’t handle those sweet, flavored drinks. Besides, my coaches would kill me if I wasted calories on sugary beverages.

The shop is small, with only a few tables inside, and every one of them is occupied.

It also feels like every single person is watching us—watching me—most likely wondering who this girl is that I’m with and if we’re actually together. There are a couple of guys who eye Joanna with interest, but I glare at every single one of them, causing them all to look away.

Good. They need to back off.

“Should we sit outside?” she asks, turning to me with both coffees clutched in her hands.

“Yeah, let’s.” I follow her outside, making sure to open the door for her on the way. I walk beside her, liking how short she is, checking out our reflection in the windows as we walk past the buildings. I like how we look together, and I’ve never had that thought about a woman before.

“Thank you for the coffee,” she says after we settle onto a bench that’s under a huge pine tree. She takes a sip from her paper cup. “I rarely get coffee here, but it’s good.”