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“I know.” I still worry the complications could outweigh his desire for this to work. There are real stakes for both of us.
“And I honestly believed I was doing the right thing when I suggested you go out with that kid.” His eyes darken.
“I was so pissed at you.” I sip my wine to hide my smile.
“I was a territorial asshole.”
“You absolutely were.”
“You didn’t seem to hate it,” he observes.
Jealous and possessive Hollis is hot though. “Is that you telling me to go out on another date?”
“Fuck no.” His lip curls. “What happened with James, anyway? Did he ask you out again?”
“You mean Jameson. And no. I put him in the friend zone where he belongs.”
“Good. He seemed way too into Roman that day. He should have wanted you all to himself.”
Postie hops up on the counter and headbutts my hand. He’s not supposed to be up here, but I pet his silky fur, anyway. “Half my dates end up with guys asking about my dad and his teammates. It’s fame by proxy, I guess. And I get the fascination. But it highlights how much I’m not a regular university student. I tried to be one, Hollis. I really did. I tried to date university guys and do the keg-party thing, which is a hotbed of terrible decision making.”
Hollis chuckles. “I remember those days.”
“I always ended up being the designated sober person, because one.” I hold up a finger. “I hate beer.” I raise a second finger. “And two, the last thing I wanted was to end up in some random guy’s bed with a hangover and a ton of regrets.” I’ve seen enough of my friends do it, and I’m good without that experience.
He frowns. “Did that ever happen?”
I give him a look. “Where did I spend my weekends?” I allocated one weekend a month to staying at my off-campus apartment, mostly to appease my dad, who thought it was a good life experience. I was just grateful the complex was mostly pre-med, and all most people wanted to do was study.
“At hockey games or with Roman.”
“I like being with the team. I love Hemi and Shilpa and Rix and Tally—and even Dred doesn’t get all googly eyed about hockey players. I always felt protected and cared for. Especially by you,” I admit.
He nods. “I like taking care of you.”
He spears a scallop half with a fork and lifts it, holding his palm under it to catch the dripping butter. “Would you like a taste?”
“Please.”
He slips the fork between my parted lips, and I free the scallop with my teeth, groaning as the flavors hit my tongue. “It’s perfect.”
His thumb sweeps along my bottom lip, wiping away a drip of butter. I wrap my fingers around his wrist and bite the end of his thumb, swirling my tongue around it. Last time I did this, we ended up dry fucking.
Hollis’s eyes darken, and the grin that spreads across his face is downright lascivious. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. “Careful, little girl. You’re giving me ideas about that sweet mouth of yours.”
I run my hand down his chest and bite the edge of his jaw. “Hopefully you mean your cock, Hollis, because I would love to get on my knees for you.”
He turns off the burner and moves the pan off the heat. Then he grabs me by the waist and spins me around, pressing me against the counter. He pins me with his hips, and his erection nudges my ass. I moan and arch, pushing back against him. The arm around my waist moves up until it’s barred across my chest. He bites his way up my neck. “You want to get filthy, Princess?”
“You know I do.”
He shifts, swats my ass once, twice, a third time. Not so hard it hurts, but the sting makes my clit ache and pulse. He moves back into position, grinds his cock on my ass, and pulls me away from the counter. His hand snakes between my thighs and cups me, fingers pressing against my entrance through my pants. His other hand slides over my collarbones and along the edge of my jaw. He turns my face toward him, claiming my mouth.
When he pulls back, his eyes are heavy with lust. “Can you be a good girl and behave yourself through dinner?”
“What do I get if I’m good?”
“Good girls get to come all over my fingers again.” His lips brush my cheek. “And if you’re really good, maybe even my tongue.”
