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She nods. “Yeah, I, uh… I think I probably need to get home anyway. I have a really long day of studying tomorrow. I’ll call an Uber.”
“No.”
“Uh, what do you meanno?”
Stepping back, I pull the cowboy hat further down on her head and straighten her top, which is slightly askew from my hands. I try to ignore the fact that we just made out and dry humped against the wall like a bunch of fucking teenagers, almost getting caught.
“I mean you’re not getting in an Uber. You’re dressed like a fucking cowgirl, and you’ve been drinking. I don’t want you in an Uber. I’ll take you home.”
“While I appreciate your concern, I know how to take care of myself. And I don’t have my own car, so Uber is how I get everywhere and will for the foreseeable future.”
I shake my head. “Which is fine if you weren’t dressed like that and hadn’t been drinking all night at a bar. I’d feel better if I was the one taking you home. Plus, I drove here and am going to pass the campus on my way home anyway.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and sighs defeatedly, like she realizes already that there’s no point in arguing with me because I’m not letting her get into an Uber alone after drinking.
Over my dead body.
I’ll pick her ass up and throw her over my shoulder before I let her get into the back of a stranger’s car without me.
“You’re infuriating, and I hope you know that you can’t just bust into my life and take control of things. I don’t care how good the dick is.”
“Oh? So now you’re admitting that you love my cock?” My eyebrows rise in question, and a smirk slides onto my lips before I can stop it, although I quickly let it drop.
Even though she rolls her eyes in mock annoyance, I can see the grin trying to emerge on her face too.
“I’m admitting nothing. I’m simply giving in to your caveman demands because it’ll save me twenty bucks on an Uber, and you being a gazillionaire professional hockey player and all… Remember, I am a strugglingcollegestudent, in case you forgot.”
As fucking if I could ever forget that shit.
Gesturing toward the parking garage, she says, “Lead the way, Romeo.”
I don’t bother to hide my grin this time.
10
CAROLINE
When I agreed to come out tonight with Tatum, the very last thing I expected was to run into Hudson, let alone end up crossing whatever line he had drawn between us.
After he slides into the driver’s seat and starts the car, he pulls out of the parking spot and out onto the main road. I definitely try not to focus on the way the veins in his forearms seem to pop with his grip on the steering wheel.
God, this man is delicious. There’s no other way to put it. He’s confident. Bossy. Forbidden.
At over six foot four, he makes me feeltiny. And… I’mnota tiny girl. Well, I’m all of five feet, but everything else? There’s plenty to love. I’m a curvy girl, and I love every single inch of these curves.
Obviously, he does too.
The way he just manhandled me in that alley still has my panties wet and my heart racing.
The memory of the night in the broom closet comes rushing back yet again, and I clench my thighs together against his plush, heated seats, trying to push the thought from my mind.
Out of all the trouble I could’ve found myself in in Chicago, I stumbled into this man.
“Campus?”
I nod. “Near.”
His eyebrows shoot up, but he just nods, then pulls out onto the highway.
