The Romantic Pact (Kings of Football)(39)

“You have banana underwear?”

He flops down on the bed and places his hands behind his head. Wow, his body is really nice. Defined in all the right places, a well-indented V at his hips, muscular thighs, and yup, a bulge.

Don’t stare at the bulge.

Remove your eyes from the bulge.

Divert. Divert.

“Are you staring at my dick?”

“What? No?” I look away. “Just making sure they were bananas and not birds.” I take off my pants and socks as well, leaving me in nothing but a bra and underpants. Nothing sexy over here, just a regular black bra and black full-butt hipster underwear.

Yup, eat your heart out.

“They’re bananas. My mom thinks it’s funny to get me interesting underwear. They’re a nice surprise. Not that many people see me in my underwear.” He turns to look at me and his eyes focus on my chest. “Nice tits, Haze.”

“Thank you.” I poke the top of each breast. “They have bounce to them.”

“Some might say they jiggle,” Crew offers.

“I always wanted a jiggle to my boobs. Look at me, all grown up.” I smile lazily and climb into the queen-sized bed that Crew seems to be far too big for. “I’m rather impressed with the way my boobs turned out.”

“Me too. They seem as though they would be a good handful.”

“They are.” I nod. “Here, feel.” I take his hand and place it over my breast.

His eyes go lazy as a goofy grin spreads across his cheeks. “I’m holding your boob. And this time, it’s not on accident.”

“It’s merely to see the difference from the last time.”

“Uh-huh.” He gives my boob a squeeze and I swat at him, both of us laughing. Tearing his hand away, he says, “That’s a superior tit, Hazel. Congratulations.”

“Why, thank you.”

He sighs and drapes his hand over his forehead. “That made me horny. Thanks.”

“What? Just a boob grab? Aren’t you too drunk?”

“Apparently not. Don’t worry, I’m not hard or anything. Just got a stirring in my groin.”

“Oh my God, don’t say stirring in your groin. What’s wrong with you?”

“Many things.” He turns to his side, facing me, and then wraps his arm around my stomach and pulls my back up against his chest.

I freeze, unsure of what’s happening, but when he snuggles in and pulls the blankets over us, I realize he just wants to spoon.

Right?

Honestly, I can’t really tell. My mind is mush and, oh yes . . . he’s so warm.

“Are you spooning me?”

“Yeah. Consider it drunk comfort. You okay with that?” he asks, his breath tickling the back of my neck.

“Totally okay,” I answer, my voice sounding desperate, but I don’t really care.

“Good.” Crew’s hand splays across my stomach as he holds me closer, my ass pressed up against his crotch. “I had fun tonight, Haze.”

“Me, too.” I shift, my butt rubbing against him.

“Not too much of that,” he says, his voice sounding hoarse. “You’ll get me excited.”

I laugh. “You mean, not too much of this?” I grind into him, and his hand lands on my hip, halting me in place.

“Hazel Marie Allen.”

I laugh even louder as I grind again, unsure what’s come over me. “Sorry, didn’t mean to do that.”

And as he holds my hip, my backside against his pelvis, I feel him harden. My eyes widen.

I suck in a sharp breath when my hips shift again, feeling him even more.

“Goddammit,” he mutters. “Look what you did.”

I laugh some more, thinking it’s funny more than anything.

Thank you, rum and wine.

I continue to move my backside against Crew until he groans against the back of my neck, and that’s when I still. That’s when I feel the first spike of arousal hit me. That’s when I start to regret everything I just did.

Chuckling, Crew says, “Did you just get horny?”

“No,” I lie.

“Such a bad liar.” His hand travels up my hip lightly and across my stomach, his fingers dragging along my skin near the waistband of my underwear. “You just got hot, and your skin broke out in a sweat.”

“I’m hot.”

“And bothered,” he adds, his voice playful, doing nothing to calm down my libido. “What are you going to do now, Twigs? Finish something you started, or tuck in for the night?”

“Wh-what do you mean . . . finish?”

“You tell me,” he whispers, and I swear the feel of his seductive voice along the back of my neck sends a wave of goosebumps down my arms and legs.

Then I’m lifting up from the bed and turning toward Crew where I push him on his back, because right now, right the hell now, I need something hard between my legs. That tingly feeling needs to be tingled. Now. By him. Could be a giant mess, but I don’t care. Need. Him. Now.

He licks his lips, his eyes full of drunken lust, and I straddle him, my pelvis to his. He smiles and grips my hips.

“What are you doing, Haze?”

“What does it look like?” I ask, moving my hips along his.