Free Convenient Fall (Players of Marycliff University Book 2) by Jerica MacMillan Page B

hard. She dropped her gaze, focused again on untangling her panties from her jeans so she could put them back on.  
    “What are you doing?” Chris still stood in the doorway, his arms crossed and a frown on his face.
    She got her panties on and stood up, crossing her arms too. He might be unselfconscious about his nudity, but she felt at a distinct disadvantage standing in his room wearing only her panties. “Getting dressed.” She kept her voice neutral, but this was a strange conversation. She hadn't pegged Chris as the type to want a cuddle and some pillow talk after sex.
    He ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up some more. “I see that, but why?”
    Megan's mouth hung open for a moment before she recovered herself. “Well, we, uh, finished already. I thought …”
    He lifted an eyebrow as she trailed off. He stepped all the way into the room and pushed the door closed behind him. “You thought I was done?”
    Megan made a feeble gesture with one hand. “Aren't you?”
    Chris stalked toward her, pulled her close, and wrapped his arms around her. “Not even close.” He kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers, and pulled her back onto the bed with him. They made out for a while until Chris was ready to go again. This time was slower and they both lasted longer, their initial lust having been satisfied once already.
    Once again, Chris disposed of the condom in the bathroom and came back, pulling Megan onto the bed. He turned off the light and pulled her against him, back to front so they were spooning, his arm heavy around her middle.  
    Megan lay wakeful in Chris's arms, trying to parse through what this meant. They'd had sex. Twice. It had been really good both times. He'd surprised her by pulling her back into his bed after both rounds.  
    First, she'd never done it twice in one night before, not even with a steady boyfriend. Second, she'd always heard that Chris was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of guy. A quick fuck and you're done. Why had he pulled her back into bed, especially the second time? She'd been prepared to leave, though she hadn't started getting dressed again. But she hated the awkward conversation with a one-night stand where one person wants the other to leave. She always expected to leave afterward unless the guy asked her to hang around a while.  
    She'd never had a one-night stand fall asleep with her before. While she wasn't wildly experienced, she was no virgin, so this was unexpected. Chris's breathing slowed, and she felt him relax against her.  
    The front door had opened and closed a while ago, indicating that Matt was home. She wanted desperately to get back to her room, but didn't want to talk to Matt on the way. Especially since she hadn't even talked to Chris yet. Talking hadn't been much of a priority since they'd gotten home.  
    So she was stuck, cuddled up with her sleeping roommate (fuck buddy?) in his bed. She was under no illusions that this meant anything more to Chris than what it appeared. The sleeping thing was what threw her off. Did he expect her to stay here all night?  
    How the hell was she supposed to get back to her room?
    * * *
    Megan woke up groggy and puffy eyed. From the angle of the light in her room, she knew it couldn't be that late. She grabbed her phone to check the time. It wasn't even ten, why was she awake? It had been after two in the morning before she finally heard Matt go into his bedroom. She'd waited another half an hour before she’d slipped out of Chris's bed, gathered her clothes, and crept across the house to her own room.  
    Muffled voices let her know that the guys were awake, and that was probably what had woken her up. She stretched and got out of bed, aware of the soreness between her thighs from the two rounds last night. With a satisfied smile, she went to take a shower.  
    She was glad her dry spell was over, even if it wasn't under the most ideal circumstances. Not that she hadn't wanted Chris, she'd had a