Looking to Score(23)

I went back to worrying about what Coach Howard was going to say, and then pictured what sexual harassment webinar Dr. Haynes would make me take, because if the coach knew, he was for sure going to tell my mentor. I was pretty sure that sleeping in the same bed as your client would violate all kinds of ethical boundaries. Even if it was his idea—especially if it was his idea.

I rubbed my temples, trying to release some of the tension, and realized that the snoring had stopped. I turned to look in Oakley’s direction again and found him staring back at me with half open eyes. We just stared at each other for a few moments, then Oakley broke the silence. “Hey, Solver. What are you doing up? Am I just too sexy for you to sleep?” he asked, his voice groggy.

“No,” I replied. “I’m just not a very good sleeper. Go back to sleep, we have a super busy day tomorrow. Well, today. I’m going back to sleep too,” I said softly, hoping to convince him to go back to sleep. I rolled over on my side and stayed perfectly still with my eyes closed.

“You know what I think?” he asked. “I think you’re hungry. You barely touched dinner.”

I opened my eyes and gnawed on my lip. He wasn’t wrong. I was surprised he’d even noticed. That stupidly persistent rumble in my stomach was getting impossible to ignore. It was easy to focus on other things when I was managing Oakley’s schedule and focusing on my senior coursework. But late at night, it was harder to pretend the emptiness in my stomach wasn’t bothering me.

“I think you should mind your own business,” I growled, tucking the blanket under my chin. I felt the mattress shift, and Oakley got out of bed. I squeezed my eyes shut when I heard him padding across the carpet. What the hell was he doing?

Heat traveled over my body, and when I popped my eyes open, I was met with his dark stare. “Hey there, Solver. How about you eat a protein bar?” he asked with a smirk, then slowly unwrapped the high-calorie protein treat. I watched his slow hands unveil a dark chocolate granola goodness that had the ability to make me horny for food.

“Did you just moan?” Oakley asked.

“Uh, no. Who does that, that would be weird,” I lied. I totally moaned. Oakley brought the granola bar almost to my lips and hovered. The chocolate was just an inch away, wrapped up in his fingers. There was the tiniest bit of chocolate that started to melt on his index finger, and I imagined licking it off. I moaned again. Oh shit. I coughed to try to cover it up.

“Get that out of my face; I don’t even like chocolate,” I told him as I pushed away his hand. I don’t think I was super convincing since people who don’t actually like chocolate don’t stare longingly at it.

Instead of moving away, Oakley chuckled to himself and launched his big, hard body onto the bed, straddling me above the covers. “What the fuck, Oakley?” I groaned.

“Just a little bite won’t hurt, Solver,” he joked, leaning over with the granola bar.

“This is ridiculous, Problem,” I growled.

“If it’s so ridiculous, then you won’t have a problem eating a small bite.” Oakley’s breath feathered over my skin, and he rubbed the chocolate down my cheek and onto my neck.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked.

“All this talk is making me hungry. Can’t let this go to waste.” Then, Oakley’s flat, wet, hot tongue drew a trail of heat down my neck. “Mmm,” he moaned against my thudding pulse. “Chocolate.”

All of my muscles tensed up, begging for more. My body reacted instinctively to the feeling of Oakley’s tongue on my neck. I couldn’t move or speak, I just lay there wanting to feel Oakley on my skin again.

I came back to my senses when Oakley let out a laugh, staring down at me with a twinkle in his eye. He had seriously beautiful eyes, and there was no doubt that the asshole was definitely enjoying teasing me. I tried to play it cool, but I think it took me just long enough to recover for Oakley to see what his touch did to me. Come on, Amanda, shake it off, I thought to myself as he put the bar back up to my lips. The chocolate was barely touching, so soft I wouldn’t have known it was there if I weren’t looking at it.

Oakley asked suggestively in a soft, low voice, “Are you sure you don’t want just a taste?”

I don’t know what possessed me to nip at Oakley like a crazed chihuahua, but one second he was teasing me with food, and the next I was sinking my teeth into his wrist and growling like I had rabies. “What the fuck!” he yelled. I let go and shoved him off of me. The hard sound of his body hitting the ground made me cackle in amusement. “Ouch! My arm! You broke my arm!”

I shoved the blankets off of me and sunk to the floor, my humor completely gone. We had a fucking game tomorrow. He couldn’t play with a fucking broken arm. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”

His arms shot out like a snake about to strike, wrapping around my middle and tugging me down to the hard hotel carpet that probably hadn’t been properly shampooed in years. Was I lying in dried cum? Probably. Was Oakley still holding me? Absolutely.

“What are you doing?” I asked, squirming away. The sleep shirt I wore was rising up, up, and up. The edge of my sports bra was showing, and pretty soon I’d be mewing like a kitten.

“You sure are a feisty little thing,” he said in a low voice, licking his lips.

I shuddered involuntarily, thinking about his tongue on my magic skin ball. “You are such a jerk!” I tried to say as offhandedly as I could. “I thought I was going to have to explain to the coach how your arm got broken and exactly what I was doing in your room in the middle of the night.” I tried to redirect, although the wetness in my panties wasn’t quite ready to move on.