“You know what I want. I keep telling you.”
“I’m not going to strip for you.”
I smirked and stepped closer to her. I could see her eyes run down my body, glancing at the places where my shirt clung to my muscles. “That’s not what I mean.”
“You want to make this more complicated than it needs to be.”
“Maybe, but you’re the one who wants to study me. That’s not exactly simple.”
“Yeah,” she said. “I know.” She looked away.
I stepped forward and took her hair gently, turning her face toward me. Her lips parted and she put her hands on my arms, feeling my hard biceps.
“I don’t know what you’re afraid of, but the worst has already happened.”
“No,” she whispered, “it hasn’t.”
I moved closer to her, my cock hard as hell in my shorts. I needed her, wanted her so badly. Her smell filled my nostrils as my lips moved toward hers.
Just then, the door to the room opened. I stopped, frozen, as a janitor stepped into the room.
He froze when he saw us. “Hey,” he said. “What are you doing in here?”
I let go of Avery and stepped away. “Sorry,” I said. “We were just doing a study. University cleared this.”
“Nobody told me.”
I shrugged. “It was a last-minute thing.”
“Didn’t look like you two were doing a study.”
I lifted up my shirt to show him the heart rate monitor still stuck to my chest. “We were practicing something else,” I said, giving him a grin.
He nodded. “Fine. Just be out of here soon. I have to clean in here before I go.”
“All right. We’re finishing up.”
He gave us one more look before disappearing.
“Shit,” Avery said, letting out a long breath. “Holy shit. I thought we were screwed.”
I laughed. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Give me that thing back. I completely forgot about it.”
I nodded and stripped off the monitor. She stuffed it back into her bag.
“Come on,” she said. “We should go.”
“Yeah. I guess so.”
I gathered my stuff and then followed her to the door. I turned off the equipment and then the lights, and we headed back down the hallway. We pushed through the back door and were outside again, free and clear.
“Guess we’ll have to pick a different time next time,” I said to her.
“There’s a next time? That scared the hell out of me.”
“Don’t worry. There’s always a next time.”
She glanced up at the sky and then sighed. “Good night, Gibson.”
“At least let me walk you back home.”
She shook her head and walked over to a nearby light pole. Her bike was locked to the pole, and she slowly unlocked it. “I have my bike,” she said.
“Still.” I shrugged. “Dangerous neighborhood.”
“Good night, Gibson.”
I grinned at her. “Good night.”
She got on her bike and rode off. I watched her go, and then cursed.
My dick was still fucking hard from that almost-kiss.
That asshole janitor had really cock blocked me in the worst way.
14
Avery
All through Thursday I kept thinking about my time with Gibson. I kept seeing him on that treadmill, the sweat slowly beginning to drip down his chest, his white shirt clinging to his ripped frame. I was so nervous, and that nervous excitement made the whole thing that much more intense.
Plus, I was getting some really good data. I was lucky that the principle investigator at the lab I worked in was such a nice guy. He let me borrow all that equipment, which made it much easier to get some data. I was going to have a killer final project. I had no doubt about that.
Assuming I could keep going through with it. Every time I got close to Gibson, touched his body, listened to his cocky jokes, I had a hard time not throwing myself at him. I was already pregnant with his baby; I just couldn’t imagine that getting more involved with him was a good idea.
But I had almost kissed him anyway. If that janitor hadn’t caught us, I didn’t know what I would have done.
Gibson had thought quick on his feet. I couldn’t believe we didn’t get in trouble for that, but somehow we made it out. Gibson was probably used to getting away with everything, but not me. I shouldn’t be taking such stupid risks, but Gibson seemed to bring out that side of me. It was hard not to want to do something stupid and crazy with him, especially while he was grinning at me and talking dirty the whole time.
I didn’t see him Thursday morning or Thursday after practice. He said he had to cancel the next two days because he was busy preparing for Saturday’s game. I didn’t know what that meant, and I couldn’t help but read too deeply into it. Maybe I was coming on too hard with this whole project thing and he had changed his mind. Maybe he didn’t want the crazy chick he got pregnant coming around to his apartment all the time anymore.