Which is probably why I’m cuddling.

As he runs his finger along my hip, I can feel him smiling when his other hand comes to take me behind my knee, bringing me closer onto him. “I didn’t even realize we were.”

“Yeah.”

“It just feels right.”

I won’t lie, no matter how much that makes me heart race. “Yeah.”

“But I like it.”

“Me too.” Shit. I wasn’t supposed to say that! He can’t know that this is the most amazing moment of my life. No, he’ll look into it. Start seeing our names in hearts and stuff. No. I’m not about that life. I need to leave…but he’s just so warm.

Nuzzling closer, he grips my hip as he buries his nose in my hair. “Can I be honest?”

I pause, opening my eyes to the darkness. “Sure.”

“I thought I was gonna have to work a hell of a lot harder to get you into bed.”

“You mean trampoline?” I ask and he chuckles against my hair, his breath hot and still carrying traces of beer.

“Yeah, trampoline.”

“Which by the way, why didn’t we make it to the bed?”

His lips curve against my head as his fingers dig into my skin. “One, I couldn’t wait that long to climb up some ladder to my bed. Two, I haven’t put my sheets on or anything. I refuse to do it against that mattress. That’s gross—you deserve better than that.”

Aw. That’s sweet.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime. Now, answer me.”

“Bossy much?”

“Oh baby, I’m just getting started.”

Shit. “Um. I don’t want a relationship,” I blurt out and his body stills.

“Neither do I, but if you think you are walking out this room without me tasting you here—” he pauses to take ahold of my center, surprising the hell out of me. I gasp, arching into his hand as his mouth comes only a breath away from mine “—one more time, you’re crazy.”

“Okay,” I breathe just as a burst of light appears and I catch his green eyes staring into mine.

So intense.

And all on me.

“Now, tell me,” he demands, his fingers tracing the curve of my nether lips. I nip at his bottom lip, and he grins before pressing his sweet lips to mine. It’s an intense, lengthy kiss, one that hits my soul and has me crawling on top of him. Sliding his hands along my ass, he squeezes. “Man, are you gonna make me work for an answer?”

“I should.” I grin, laughter bubbling at the base of my throat. “But truth is, I couldn’t resist your pickup lines.”

“I knew it,” he says roughly, his hands at my hips, then my ribs before cupping my breast. “They get girls every time.”

“I bet,” I sing, and his head falls to the side.

“Don’t believe me?”

“No, you are no player.”

His eyes widen. “No?”

“Nope.” I brace my elbows on his chest before leaning my chin on my hands to look down at him.

“How did you come up with that assumption?”

Leaning on one hand, I reach down, running my finger along his jaw and lips. He nips at my finger, taking it between his teeth and causing me to hiss before he grins, letting my finger go. “Meanie.”

“You like it.”

I do, so much so, I lean down and take his lips with mine. Cupping my face, he runs his thumbs along my cheekbones as we kiss, his touch so familiar, so sweet. He kisses me like we’ve been doing it for years, and that sort of thing should scare me. Instead, it fuels me for more. I deepen our kiss, pressing my chest to his. When his cock comes up against my ass, I move down, sliding my wet center along the length of him, and he responds by tightening his fingers around my waist.

Man, he feels so good.

So thick.

So big.

“Trouble,” he murmurs against my lips. “You’re fucking trouble.”

I grin against his lips, my fingers sliding into his hair as I stop. “Want me to quit?”

“Never,” he says gruffly. “But I want to know why you doubt my player game. I should let you know, I’m a big deal.”

My lips curve. “I have no doubt, but you’re not a player.”

“Why do you say that?”

“How many people have you slept with?”

His brow quirks, his eyes locked on mine. “Why?”

“Proving a point.”

“Fine, seven.”

“And you’re what? Nineteen?”

“Yeah.”

“If you were a player, it’d be much higher.”

“Maybe I’m just getting started.”

“Sure, but then you wouldn’t care that there were no sheets on the bed or that I wanted the lights off. You would have fucked me anywhere, and with no cares. But you took the time, not only to please me, but to make sure I was comfortable.”

“Hm,” is his answer and I smile at that.

“You’re a wannabe player, and honestly, I don’t think you’re up for the game.”

That has him scoffing at me. “Really?”

“Yeah, you’re too good. You have a good heart, but you’re cocky and think you have to prove something, but you don’t.”

“This coming from someone who has known me for maybe five minutes.”

“Um, it’s at least an hour, thank you. And I can read people, which is why it wasn’t hard to get me into bed. I knew I wanted you, and I won’t lie, there was a moment when I wanted out. But you looked at me, and I knew if I asked, you’d let me go.”

“I would,” he promises. “I wouldn’t force anything on you.”

“Because you’re no player. I’ve seen bad, believe me. The wickedest of the wicked, and you’re not that. You’re a good dude, one who loves sex and women, and who I am to hate on that?”

Moving his hands up my back, he threads his fingers in my hair, bringing me down until our noses mash together. “I see only one woman right now who I want to have sex with.”

I grin, our breath becoming one. “Just remember I don’t do relationships.”

“Because of the wickedest of the wicked players you’ve come across?”

“Exactly,” I say to his teasing tone, my hands coming up his chest. “Plus, you don’t want that. You have goals, plans, and I wouldn’t fit into that.”