Learning Curve (Dickson University #1) Read Online Max Monroe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Dickson University Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
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“Do the Dew?” he teases, and I’m overwhelmed by the sight of his face with an easy smile. It’s even more handsome than I could have imagined.

“Thanks.” The cold metal tab is sharp on my fingertip as I crack it open, and startled, I pull my finger away to the sight of blood. Finn grabs my hand and puts my finger in his mouth, sucking gently until the flow stops. My saliva is almost too thick to swallow as I stare into his sensuous brown eyes. Every fiber of my being is a raging fire.

“I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to suck your blood,” is all I can think to say.

“There’s still time,” is Finn’s absolutely unhinged answer. Holy moly, my head is swimming.

When I set the can down on the counter, he steps closer to me again and gently places his hands on my corset-covered hips. “Want to dance?”

“Dance?” I nearly laugh. If I’m dreaming right now, I swear someone had better wake me up before I make a WAP-inspired mess of my bed.

“What? You don’t think I can dance?”

“Honestly?” I counter. “No. I didn’t think you were the type to dance.”

“What type do you have me pegged as?” His fingertips dig into the bare skin on my hips.

“I don’t know.” I push my teeth into my bottom lip. “The type that wears a leather jacket and rides around on a motorcycle?”

“I don’t own a leather jacket or a motorcycle.”

“Oh.” My inhale is unmistakably shaky as he rubs the waistband of my shorts with his thumbs.

“Come on, Scottie,” he says and takes my hand again to guide me back toward the big living room where a DJ is currently playing a remix of Sabrina Carpenter’s “Espresso.”

The section of the room that’s been marked off as the official dance floor for the night is covered with bodies. Couples dancing close. Girls in sexy costumes giggling and shaking their hips and singing the lyrics to one another. And Finn leads us straight to the center of it all.

Which is crazy. I mean, Finn Hayes isn’t exactly a social butterfly. He’s a lone wolf who prefers solitary situations, not a golden retriever like Ace Kelly, who wants to be everyone’s friend.

Chest to chest, he guides us into an easy rhythm with the best part of the song.

Sabrina talks about having a guy wrapped around her finger, and I channel all the power of her words into allowing myself to feel sexy. We move and sway together, and Finn’s thigh cradles itself between my legs. It’s erotic and intimate, and I can hear the sound of my heart deep inside my ears.

Finn can dance.

He spins me around with ease, leading me in movement until my back is flush against his chest. His hands find a home at the front of my waist, and I can feel his warm breath brush against my neck. My eyes fall closed of their own accord, and I relax into his embrace, savoring the feel of what it’s like to be wrapped up in Finn’s arms. I’ve dreamed of this kind of situation more times than I’d like to admit, and now that it’s happening, my mind races with far too many questions.

Is he enjoying this as much as I am? Is he thinking about being with me as much as I’m thinking about being with him? Is he going to ask me to come back to his dorm again? What’ll happen if he doesn’t leave this time?

And maybe the biggest question of all…

Why is he so different tonight?

A new song pounds from the DJ’s speakers, but my mind is too much of a mess to make out what it is as Finn spins me back around to face him.

I’ve never had the authority to study his eyes this closely, and now that I am, I can see the tiniest of golden flecks that make up a rim around the outside edge of his irises. I think, seeing it now, it’s what makes them feel like magic.

I’m a live wire in the web of his sexy hair and stunning eyes and perfect lips, and I’m powerless to fight against it.

“Finn,” I whisper as he slides one of his hands into my hair. My heart thrums and my adrenaline sings as he presses his lips to mine.

The kiss doesn’t start off slow and hesitant like before. No. This kiss is deep and intense from the start. His tongue slides against mine while our bodies continue moving to the beat of the music, and my whole body melts into the kind of kiss I’ve never felt before.

It’s consuming, but if I let myself think about it, I’m afraid I might realize it’s only that way because I am. Consumed.

Body and soul and mind, I’m so deep in Finn Hayes, I don’t know if I’ll ever dig my way out.


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