Tutoring the Player (Campus Wallflowers #1)(59)

“You’re doing it all wrong.”

“Is there a right way to eat a candy necklace?”

“It’s in the name,” he says and takes it from me. He lifts it over my head and down around my neck. He moves closer. His head dips, and his lips brush my skin as he pulls the candy between his teeth.

I hold my breath as he eats one and then another, kissing my neck in between.

“I think I prefer your way.”

He grins and positions us, so I’m lying flat on my back. One big palm slides under my shirt. He pulls back and looks me in the eye.

“Try it,” he says. He uses his mouth to bring the necklace to my lips. The sweet candy crunches under my teeth. I let the necklace fall back around my throat, and Jordan covers my lips and cups my breast. His thumb circles my nipple, and I arch into his touch.

I sit up to remove my shirt and his. Jordan drops kisses to my shoulder and collarbone as he unhooks my bra. It goes in the pile of our discarded clothes.

His tongue leaves a wet trail along the valley of my breasts and down to my belly button. He places soft kisses down my stomach as he undoes my jeans and pushes them down. Lower and lower he goes until he reaches the band of my panties. White cotton. Not even close to the sexiest pair I own.

He takes off my jeans, then his own. A chill creeps over my skin, and goosebumps dot my arms.

He grabs one of the extra blankets I brought outside with this exact situation in mind. He covers me and then ducks underneath, reappearing in front of me. His erection hits along my aching core. He takes my mouth in a fast and hard kiss before dropping back to my neck. With every crunch of the candy necklace, he rubs along my panties until I’m sure there’s a giant wet spot waiting for him.

I run my hands along his back and down to his hips. I have every intention of removing the thin barriers between us, but Jordan has other ideas. He kisses down my body again until his lips ghost along my panties. His finger runs at a frustratingly slow pace from hip bone to hip bone, barely sliding underneath the material.

My hips arch up. I need more. Finally, he gives it to me. His hand dips under my panties. When his fingers reach my clit, a jolt shoots through me. In a slow, steady rhythm, he works me until I’m writhing under him.

Only then does he slide my panties down my legs. He lifts them in a ball to his face and inhales. My pussy throbs.

“I’m so close it hurts.”

“I’ve got you, sweet Daisy.” His shoulders push between my legs, and he kisses my clit.

“Oh god.” My head tips back.

He spreads my legs farther apart and pushes his tongue inside of me, then flicks it up. He sucks and licks in the same sort of hard, demanding kisses I’ve grown used to.

No one has ever made me feel so good and so… worshipped. It’s in this moment that I refuse to believe it’s ever been like this for him either. What we have is more.

When I come, crying out into the silent night, he only continues holding me tight as my body shudders. I see stars. Not the kind in the sky, though those are probably visible if I could pry my eyes open.

He sets another kiss below my belly button as he moves up to lie next to me.

I turn my head to look at him. He’s smiling, definitely pleased with himself. I’m pretty pleased with him too.

He lifts my white panties up and lets them dangle from a fingertip. “Keeping these. Hope you have more.”

“You are not keeping them.” I grab for them, and he holds them out of my reach and kisses me. He doesn’t play fair, but I’m not really complaining.

He rolls on top of me. His boxers are still on, and I push at them, eager to see and feel all of him.

He leans to the side as he takes them off. And finally, we’re both naked. My fingers wrap around him, and his eyes fall closed. His jaw flexes. It’s the only indication he’s struggling to keep still. But he lets me have this. He doesn’t move as I stroke him tentatively.

His skin is warm when I bring my lips to it. The muscles contract and his chest lifts and falls with his breathing.

He moves my hair away from my face and cups the back of my neck as he kisses my forehead, and it’s the most tender feeling in a moment I expected anything but tenderness from him.

In a flash of confidence, I’ll attribute to the Fireball later, I push him back and straddle him. Now that I’m here, I feel clumsy. That is until I find him staring at me as I’ve only ever seen someone in the movies do. He’s Mister Darcy across the dance floor, pinning me with a look that can only be described as yearning.

“Condoms are in my wallet,” he says as he rests both hands along my hips.

My heart beats wildly as I dig out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. Three condoms poke out of the top, and I hold up the strip.

He takes them from me, rips one off, and tosses it and his wallet back on top of our clothes pile. His mouth covers mine as he tears the foil and shifts to cover himself.

“Are you ready, Daisy?”

No sweet Daisy this time. No teasing. He’s checking to make sure I really want to do this.

Nodding, I lift up so he can position himself underneath me. I sink onto him slowly, inch by inch. Tears prick behind my eyelids as he stretches and fills me.

His hands at my hips guide me—the pads of his thumbs dragging along my skin in a reassuring caress.

When he’s buried inside me, I rest my weight on top of him and let my eyes flutter closed.