Page 157 of Out of Bounds

"I—I—" I struggled to say anything, completely in shock.

"At first, I kept them in my dorm but you needed to be there more than I expected,’ he explained, his voice strained. "I had to move them. And keeping them here just…made sense.”

“But—but—” I swallowed. “Why?”

He was quiet for a moment. “It’s a reminder of what I work for."

My heart leaped to my throat. I knew why he’d been reluctant to show me and I knew he was waiting for something to happen, but I could barely speak. No one had ever done anything like that for me before.

He always kept a piece of me around and I had no idea.

"Nobody’s ever…" I fidgeted with the papers. Overwhelmed. "Nobody’s ever…done this…"

Gently, he pulled the papers from my hands and tucked them back in the top shelf of his locker, still with his dark honey eyes on me. Sometimes, I could forget the size difference, but this wasn’t one of those times. He cut the small amount of space between us and I was forced to look up at him, up at the tousled curls, his curved mouth. The piercing eyes.

He took another step forward and his hand found the back of my neck.

I wanted to say more. I wanted to say how much it meant to me that he’d carefully kept everything and how much it meant to me that he’d put in the work to do that and how muchhemeant to me. But saying words like that took functioning thoughts. The more his eyes darkened, the less I could say. The less I could think at all.

Slowly, he dipped down low and his lips pressed against mine.

A slow, sweet kiss. Chaste even. We pulled away at the same time, gazing at each other. The air was heavy. My heart beat so hard in my chest, I was half-convinced it wanted to escape.

With another step, Ryan forced me back to the lockers and I bumped against them. His lips found mine again. There wasn’t anything he could say that he didn’t say with that kiss. He lingered and his fingers tightened against my neck, drawing the kiss out of me, taking control. In one kiss, I could feel how long he’d waited to do this. I could taste how much he wanted to kiss me again.

I reached up to run my fingers through his curls but Ryan brushed my hand aside. This wasn’t about me wanting to touch him. This was about him touchingme. He fisted my hair with his other hand before he kissed me again, and again, and again.

The kisses weren’t sweet and soft anymore. They were hard kisses, demanding kisses, shoving me up against the lockers kind of kiss. The kind of kisses you can’t stop. Ryan grabbed my leg, hoisting it up to his hips and thrust me back to the lockers.

He claimed all the space between us, kissing me with the kind of insistence that left no room for air. No room to breathe.

I couldn’t think with him touching me like that and Ryan didn’t give a damn. He didn’t care when I had to break away to gulp in air. His lips found my throat instead.

Fuck, I want him.

I’d never wanted anyone more.

61

Kassie

The Gentleman Thing

Ryan pressed his hips to mine. The outline of his throbbing cock held all my attention. The only thing that confined it was fabric, and if he didn’t take off his goddamn clothes, I thought I was going to lose it. No, IknewI was losing it.

Ryan kissed me again and again, pushing and grabbing me until he yanked off my shirt and my hands went to his belt. I wanted itoff. I wanted him and no one else. I’d never wanted anyone more in my entire life, I’d never ached for anyone more in my entire life.

"Grab the bar," he grunted and whirled me around, grabbing my waist to yank me back to his chest.

Where the fuck are we?

I looked around, dazed, at the white tile of the showers. Somehow, he brought us from the lockers and I didn’t evennotice. But I couldn’t focus on that now. The only thing I could focus on was the silver bar in front of me, clean and pristine.

His fingers went to my jeans the moment I grabbed the bar with both hands and he yanked them down, panting in my ear. Hearing the uptight team captain lose his composure like that was the sexiest sound in the world.

“Now I get to watch,” he rasped.

With a start, I realized we were standing right in front of a mirror. Oh my god. That was me. Wild-eyed, gasping for breath, standing right in front of Ryan while he fumbled with his wallet. His cards scattered out on the ground next to us but I heard the clear sound of a condom wrapper getting torn.

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