Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Not two minutes later, Miller walks out of the bathroom, freshly showered with his towel wrapped loosely and dangerously low on his hips, giving me the perfect view of his toned chest and abs that lead down to that mouth-watering V.
Drops of water glisten on his body, and heat begins to flood me as an intense desire rocks me to my core. I raise my eyes, locking on his, and I realize I’ve been caught checking him out. He smirks as though he’s just won some kind of game, and easily slots himself into the herd of boys.
I raise my camera and take a few shots, some with the boys posing and some natural, which to me, comes off a lot sexier. “Okay, thanks, guys,” I say, placing the cap back on the lens. “We’ve got what we need. You can get dressed now.”
I scramble as I try to flee the locker room. “Dani.”
Fuck.
I stop in my tracks and turn to figure out which of these sexy men is pining for my attention. Looking around, I find none other than the captain’s eyes on me, indicating with a slight jerk of his head for me to join him. I hesitantly walk over and stand before Miller, very aware that he’s wearing nothing but a very loose towel and still glistening with water that’s slowly dripping from his dark hair.
“Like what you see?” he smirks as he reaches into his locker and pulls out a sharpie.
I make a show of looking him over, then give a non-committed shrug. “Nah . . . seen better.”
“I doubt that,” he grins, his dark eyes flaming with excitement and desire. He takes my arm, and his touch sends shivers sailing through my body. I watch in confusion as he uncaps his sharpie with his teeth and begins scribbling a random number right down the length of my arm.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I yelp, pulling my arm out of his firm grasp and fixing him with an unimpressed look, while pointedly ignoring the way his intense gaze bores into mine. I look down at my forearm to see the first half of what I can only assume is his number, taking up all the skin on my forearm.
A smug expression crosses his face. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m giving you my number.”
“You know, there are much more conventional ways to give a woman your number,” I explain.
“Yep, but this way you can’t tell me you lost it,” he smirks, then reaches out, waiting for me to place my hand in his so he can complete the number. “Call me,” he says once he has branded my arm with his mark.
Oh God, this guy is trouble, but that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy playing with him before completely shutting him down. “Don’t think so,” I say, enjoying the way his eyes dance as he watches me.
“You will,” he smirks, the confidence radiating off him like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I give him one last smile and turn my back—before I do something stupid—and hastily make my way out of the locker room. I hope to God he can’t see the way my cheeks flush at just the thought of what he could do to me.
“Hey,” Miller calls.
Glancing back over my shoulder, I catch him just in time to see his towel drop, showing off exactly what he’s working with, and a devilish smirk crosses his handsome face. My jaw goes slack as my eyes bug out of my head. He’s huge.
“See you around,” he says, acting as though he was merely trying to get dressed.
That fucker.
My cheeks flame and intense need rushes through me once again. I find myself stuttering like a fool. “Y-yeah,” I say, which comes out all too breathy, and I swear there might have been a slight moan in there somewhere.
Crap. I need to get out of here before I jump him and end up with a little something more than an ice burn.
Miller’s laugh echoes through the locker room as I scurry out the door and run headfirst into Sophie. “Watch it. What’s the hurry?” she says. “I’m dying to get back in there.”
“Oh, shut it. I just got flashed by the captain and he branded me with his number,” I say, holding up my arm, still feeling the overwhelming heat in my cheeks.
“Damn, you work fast. He’s hot.” Sophie grabs my camera and begins flicking through all our photos before going back to the locker room ones and zooming in. “When are you calling him?”
I gape at my best friend. “I’m not. He’s the biggest player on campus.”
“What? That’s ridiculous,” she says, then her eyes widen as if she has just discovered a secret. “Did he not have a lot to show for himself? I’m surprised. You know, maybe he’s a grower, not a shower.”