I chuckled. “Maybe I pride myself on not being one. Ever think of that?”
Her eyes flickered up to mine and that gorgeous flush of hers deepened.
“Human resources.”
I blinked. “What?”
“I’m studying human resources now.”
I licked my lips. “That’s a serious deviation from med school.”
She nodded. “I know. It wasn’t for me, anyway. I don’t like blood.”
“You seem to be handling it fine.”
She shrugged. “I can if I have to.”
I ripped my leg from her grasp. “You don’t have to. I can take care of myself.”
I stood up from the chair as my pant leg slid back down. I shoved my foot into my boot, trying my hardest not to wince. When the fuck did I break my toe in all this crazy bullshit?
Then Daddy’s girl stood, too. “I know I don’t have to.”
I shoved my foot into my other boot. “Good.”
She nodded. “Good.”
“Time for me to go.”
“Sure you’re good to go?”
“Yep. Positive.”
But she didn’t move.
In fact, she stood so close to me that I smelled her perfume. Or was that her deodorant? She didn’t strike me as the perfume kind of girl. But she also didn’t strike me as a drinker. And the smell of rum wafted from her lips. The fruity scent of whatever she was wearing--or whatever she’d been drinking--filled my nostrils. And I knew this girl would forever be associated with pineapple and coconut in my mind.
Especially when my eyes fell to her lips.
They were perfect. That soft lower pout with an upper lip that disappeared whenever she spoke. That button nose, curved perfectly to offset the upward slant of her eyes. I wanted nothing more than to cup her cheek, feel the heat of that blush, and press my lips against hers. Even though she wasn’t my type. Even though she wasn’t the kind of girl I’d go for after a hard day’s work.
What the hell.
My hand slid through the soft locks of her hair and I heard her gasp. My face dropped to hers, ready to capture those lips and make her mine. And when her warmth encompassed me, something inside me ignited.
I felt like I could take on the world after one simple kiss.
I gripped her hair tighter and wrapped my free arm around her. I picked her up off her feet and held her close to me, feeling her fist my shirt. Her legs dangled. Her tongue slid against my lips. And when I opened myself for her, she moaned so sweetly. So gently. So effortlessly down the back of my throat.
It took me no time to turn her around and pin her against her dorm door.
I felt her gasping for air. I pressed my hands against the flimsy wooden structure and pinned my knee between her legs. She sat there, her pussy warming and her tongue flicking over the roof of my mouth. Sh
e was a terrible kisser. Too much tongue. Our teeth were constantly clattering together because she didn’t know which way to turn her head. And yet, it only added to her appeal. Her innocence. Her demeanor, that had somehow caught my eye.
I felt my cock stiffening against my jeans.
Benji.