I can’t believe my coach assigned me a tutor. I’m all that on the field and between the sheets—who cares about my stupid grades?
But Claire doesn’t treat me like I’m dumb. When we’re not busy fighting, she actually encourages me. And with those sexy curves of hers, I know just how to thank her.
I hate football players, but I need the money. Jake is just as cocky and arrogant as the worst of them … but his touch sets me on fire.
I have to believe he’s different, that he won’t use me and break my heart. Because I can’t stop wanting him. I just hope I survive the ride.
A few minutes later my phone vibrated on the table, and I read a text message that sent shivers down my body.
I want you, Claire. I'll make you beg. I'll fuck you until you can't feel your legs. Whisper in your ear to come for me while you dig your nails into my back.
“Oh my God,” I blushed uncontrollably as his hand made its way back onto my legs. “Jake, stop!”
“Do you really want me to?” he whispered, moving steadily upward. “Tell me you really want me to, and I will.”
I should have. I knew that I should have. I should have made Jake stop. We were in the library, for crying out loud. People studied there. And we weren’t alone.
I looked around. I didn’t see any cameras. At the same time, that sneaky hand reached the inside of my thigh. I gasped, closing my eyes.
“I’ll stop. I will.” His hand disappeared up my skirt.
I opened my legs slightly, aching for his touch.
“Hmm,” he whispered, “I think you want me to keep going.”