Stone Creek by Davis, Lainey (reading diary .TXT) 📕

true. From the second I saw his name on my phone I was squirming in my seat. Now my cotton panties are drenched at the thought of him just texting me, offering me another round of the unspeakable pleasure I felt at the library.

Where R U?? he writes again, and I think about everything that happened today.

I think about how elated I was at the opportunity to go to graduate school for free, but also how that opportunity is dependent on him doing well in his class. Which definitely means I can't have sex with him or even let him feel me up. Ever.

No, I definitely cannot have sex with Neal Sweeney. But that's not what sticks in my mind as my fingers tremble over my phone. No. All I can remember is the feel of his breath in my ear, the sound of him saying, "you're going to cum on my tongue," and so I type University Tower. Apt 314.

My heart races as I lean over to Linda and whisper, "Are you going to be here for awhile?"

She seems wary and says, "Yessss, why?"

I hesitate, but take a deep breath, close my eyes, and blurt out, "Neal just told me he's going to come over and celebrate his test score and I need the apartment for a few hours." When I open my eyes Linda is laughing hysterically. She starts fanning herself, but gestures for me to go. She yells after me, "You're giving me details later!" I don't even look back at her.

I feel like a fool hurrying up to the apartment, and then I don't know what to do with myself, so I brush my teeth and pace around the living room. My heart races when I finally hear a knock on the door. I open it to see Neal standing there in a baseball cap, SCU hoodie, and jeans, which is basically the most dressed up I've ever seen him. It's almost Halloween and he still wears shorts most days despite the chill. His blue eyes seem dark as he leans in my doorframe.

Not for the first time, I find myself utterly frozen in his presence. I have no idea how to proceed or even what he's really expecting. I finally manage to smile at him and open the door a little wider. I see Neal raking his eyes slowly over my body and I blush again. "Why do you always do that," I blurt out by way of greeting.

"What?"

"You make me blush and I hate it. I'm so freaking pale and I spend half my time with you looking like a lobster."

I draw in my breath as Neal reaches out to stroke my arm. He says, "You really have no idea, do you?"

"No idea about what," I manage to say as Neal walks into the apartment and shuts the door behind him.

"You have no idea how sexy you are, Dahlia," he says, and he draws me into his body. He's a foot taller than me and almost twice as wide. I can barely reach his shoulders to steady myself as he leans in to kiss me. I have never been kissed like this before. Neal's lips are hungry and soft as he presses into mine. I feel his tongue searching along my teeth, plunging into my mouth.

I'm overcome by the scent of him--Zest soap and deodorant and some essence of Neal that I can't describe. He must have come here right from the showers after hockey practice. I imagine him naked and wet in the shower and remind myself I might get to see him naked in a few minutes. As I'm fantasizing and breathing him in, his hands wander up and down the sides of my body, leaving trails of sparks and sending heat to my core.

He breaks the kiss but keeps stroking my body. Neal looks into my eyes and says, "Which one is your bedroom?"

He brushes my brown hair off my neck and begins to suck on the skin along my jaw. I lean my head back into his hand and moan softly. "Which one," he says again, pulling my hips against him. I can feel the hard bulge of his erection against my tummy and he thrusts against me urgently.

"First door on the right," I manage to say, and then I shriek as he picks me up so I'm straddling him. His hands are hooked under my legs, stretching out the material of my skirt, and he begins kissing me feverishly. I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze his shoulders as he carries me down the hallway. He holds up my body with one hand while he throws open the door and flips on the light switch. I feel breathless and nervous. This is really happening now. Sex God Sweeney is in my room, and I start to worry that my history of lackluster lovemaking will turn Neal off. What if he storms out of here in disgust?

Neal lowers me down onto the bed and slides his hands down my legs. He begins stroking my calves and trails his fingers along my ankles until he flicks off my ballet flats. It feels so fucking good I can't do anything but lie back and soak it all in. Still fully dressed, he kneels on the ground at the foot of my bed and throws his baseball cap across the room. I reach for his hair and finally run my fingers through the wild curls as Neal dips his head to kiss my legs.

The slow, teasing kisses and touches fill me with an aching need. "Neal," I moan as he grabs behind my knees and yanks me to the edge of the bed.

"Fucking right, baby," he says, reaching slowly up my skirt. "You're going to say my name all night long." He hooks his fingers into