“In three hours.” His eyes are barely open, but apparently he knows the time.

“I want to get out of here before the guys wake up.”

The apartment is still silent, but it’s game day, and I know the guys will be getting up soon to go skate.

“It’ll be fine. Go to sleep,” he murmurs against the top of my head.

I turn so we’re facing one another and trace tiny circles on his chest. “You have to get up in thirty minutes.”

I decide to try another approach. Sliding a leg over him, I scoot on top of him. He makes a strangled sound between a groan and a sigh. I pepper him with kisses—his jaw, his neck, his chest. His hands move to my back, and one comes up and fists my hair. He pulls back just hard enough to lift my chin.

“Whatcha doing, Ginny?”

Instead of answering, I close the space between our mouths and kiss him hard. I can feel him smiling, that is until I roll my hips against the bulge in his sweatpants.

In one smooth motion, he has me on my back and he holds himself over me. He dips his lower body to brush against me.

“This what you want, Genevieve?”

My cheeks flame. It is, but suddenly, I feel really shy about it.

He tips my chin up with a finger. “No need to be embarrassed. You can feel how much I want you, but what do you want, Genevieve?”

I’m having a hard time finding my voice.

“There’s no rush.” His sweet words comfort me, but man, do I wish I were ready. It isn’t that I don’t want to have sex with Heath. I do. Very much. But it’s a big deal to me, more so maybe because I know in the past it hasn’t been to him. And because of my previous experiences.

I nod and his thumb glides across my lower lip before he kisses me again. My head may have reservations, but my body does not. Fifteen minutes later, we’re basically dry humping when Heath’s palm slides up my leg. His fingers brush against the lacy material between my thighs and a shiver wracks my entire body.

His thumb rubs the tiny bundle of nerves over my panties while one finger slips underneath. I cry out and then slap a hand over my mouth.

Heath pries my hand away. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

He pumps in and out of me a few more times before he decides my underwear are hindering him too much and he yanks them down to my ankles. I think he’s moving to free them and toss them to the ground, which he does, but then his large shoulders nudge my legs farther apart and he wraps an arm around me to open me wide.