I really wanted to stay because it had been a while since I’d had any kind of sexual attention from anyone other than my right hand. But I didn’t know this guy from Adam. He did promise sexual satisfaction though, so in the end I made the decision to stay. I opened my text messages and sent Ethan a quick text, letting him know he was no longer dead—but quite possibly maimed—depending on the outcome of tonight’s sexcapades.
“Okay. Done. I’ll stay,” I said as I put my phone back in my pocket.
“Good. I promise you won’t regret it.”
I raised an eyebrow at that, wondering where Anderson got his cocky attitude from. I followed him inside and once again found myself being tugged to the destination. We quickly found ourselves upstairs, and I didn’t have time to think because Anderson was everywhere.
Once we were in the bedroom, I was pushed up against the door and Anderson’s lips found my neck. My head hit the door as I leaned back to allow him more room, and he didn’t disappoint because he nibbled and sucked in the exact spot that was my weakness. How was that possible? I moaned, because it felt too good not to.
He quickly yanked my shirt up and over my head, and then Anderson was grabbing on to the front of my jeans the same time he led me across the room. When we entered the bathroom, it was the first time I got a good look at my bed partner for the night, and my dick shouted yes while my brain asked why is he here with me?
“Second thoughts? Or maybe it’s third or fourth by now?”
“No. Umm…”
“Showers first. Then bed but not to sleep just yet.”
I nodded and toed off my shoes, my eyes never leaving Anderson as he unbuttoned first one sleeve, then the other. I stood there staring as he quickly undid each tiny button down the front of his shirt, and I got a peek at the dark hair that covered his impressive chest. Yep, he definitely checked all of my boxes. There was no way he didn’t visit a gym regularly. But then again, so did I.
I realized I was behind when Anderson raised an eyebrow at me, so I pushed down my jeans and briefs in one go; I figured why the hell not? It wasn’t like he wasn’t about to see me completely naked anyway. I crouched down and took my socks with everything else, and when I stood up, Anderson was staring at me. At least I could tell he was pleased with what he saw because he gave me a very thorough once-over. I spent hours at the gym each week, only because I had no life and it got me out of the student housing apartment I shared with Ethan.
“Do I pass?” I asked when Anderson kept staring. But it was my turn to gawk when he took off his shirt and I got an unhindered look at his chest and shoulders. Yeah, I could spend days exploring those things.
“Yes,” Anderson said before turning and reaching into the shower to turn on the water. Once it was on, he gestured for me to enter, and I wasted no time in stepping under the warm spray.
I was wetting my hair when I felt Anderson’s hands on my abs. When I looked toward him, I finally got a good look at his eyes. They were a stormy gray color, and I wondered if they had darkened or if they were always that color. He was certainly an entire package, and if I wasn’t so focused on finishing college, I might be interested in more than one night with him.
I found it was difficult to wash with his hands all over me, but that didn’t really matter because he took over and I was suddenly on the receiving end of his ministrations. Once I was thoroughly washed and rinsed, he gently pulled me toward him, but instead of the kiss I was hoping for, he spun us and I found myself against the cool tiles while he quickly and efficiently washed himself. I couldn’t take my eyes off the way his hands and the soap ran over the muscles of his torso. And more than once, I was caught staring at the man. When he was finished, he turned off the water, stepped out, and grabbed a towel before handing it to me.