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Something glimmered in his eyes. “Yeah. You did. But you also wanted your cock inside me.”

My cock throbbed now hearing him say it. Goddamn, where did he get the cocky bravado to say things like that to me? There was no one else like him. Not that I’d ever known.

“You have a perfect body,” I said. “I…noticedit, but even if I’d wanted to fuck you, it wouldn’t have mattered. I knew it would never happen.”

“But now look at us,” Storm said, echoing what I’d said before. “Do you think about being inside me? Do you think about me being insideyou?”

My cock ached as I puffed out a shallow breath.

Both.

Both. A lot of both.

“I like giving just as much as I like to take,” I said. “But you’re not ready for either one of those.”

The snowflakes outside were falling much more rapidly now, swirling through the air. Hot condensation was forming on the windows, and I felt like I was burning up inside when Storm looked at me.

“I think we both know that’s a lie,” Storm murmured.

My heart slammed in my chest. “You think you could handle it?”

“You already know how hard I came when I was looking at you,” he said. “Imagine how hard I’ll come when I’minsideyou.”

My eyelids dropped as heat flooded through my body.

He slid over even closer to me in the tub, leaning against me and moving his lips close to my ear. For a moment I swore he was about to try and flip me over right then and there and try tofuck me in the bath, but instead he just leaned in, gently sucking at my earlobe.

“Storm,” I said, hating how the broken sound of my voice gave away just how much I enjoyed his tongue.

“You know, there’s something me and my teammates say during football games, sometimes,” he murmured. The sound of his low voice near my ear was so good he may as well have been reading a damn tax return because I would definitely still get turned on by it.

“Mhm,” I hummed.

All I wanted was for him to keep doing whatever he was doing.

Desperately.

And I was pretty sure I didn’t care what that mightmean, anymore.

“We say that when you’re defending, you can’t tell what the other guy is thinking until you’re close to him. When he’s moving. Then you can see it all in his body language.”

He kissed and nipped against the edge of my ear and every cell in my body just wanted more.

“Right. Body language,” I managed to say.

“I can sense it, when I’m near you,” he murmured.

“Sense what?”

“What you want.”

I breathed out slowly as he kissed the side of my neck. He leaned back, looking me in the eye again.

“You think you know me that well already, huh?” I asked.

“I have a lot to learn about you,” he said. “But there are some things I think we already know about each other. Absolutely.”

He ran his thumb across my lower lip and I let my tongue slide out against the tip of it.

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