Page 176 of Out of Bounds

Ryan dropped my backpack over the couch and grabbed my wrist, bringing me back to the door. I stumbled on my feet, not quick enough for him, and he whirled me around to the door, crashing his lips against mine.

Yes, yes, yes.

His hand went to my thigh, groaning against me.

And when he pushed his hips against mine? Oh my god. I loved kissing this man, touching this man, and when he—

Wait.

I pushed him back for a second, panting. "The elevator.”

His lips trailed to my throat but I knew once he did that, my thought processes would end.

“Ryan. Did you do that on purpose?"

"Yes."

"What?" I blinked, stunned. "Why?"

Ryan placed his arm above me and cut the space between us, pinning me against the door. His smirk was on full display. "You are five-foot-fucking-six and I carry your books to class. I could throw you over my shoulder and it’snothing. You use ten pound weights at the gym. It is so fucking hot when you try to protect me, art girl. And now—hell—it’s even hotter."

The blush hit my cheekshard. "How is it hotter?"

"Because now I get to fuck you after."

Ryan yanked up my hoodie and ripped off my shirt and kissed me again, pawing at my body. Every time I tried to touch him, he brushed my hands away until he had me pinned against the door, unable to move, while he yanked down my pants.

I swallowed. "But every time you—?"

"I had to deal with a boner too, yeah," he breathed out against my skin. "Don’t do it, really, unless it’s my teammates. I’m proud of you fornotdoing it." He grabbed my ass and groaned against me. "But just know it’s so fucking hot when you do it."

Ryan pulled off his own clothes just as quickly and his hard cock pressed in the space between us, throbbing against me.

My head swam. "Bedroom?"

"I’m not making it to the bedroom," he growled. “And I won. I get to pick the pose.”

I wanted to ask him exactly what he had in mind but Ryan looped his hands under my ass and picked me up, thrusting me against the door.

"Holy shit—" I grabbed at his neck and wrapped my arms around him. "Ryan, put me down!"

"Why?" he demanded, kissing me again.

"You’re going to drop me!"

Ryan stopped kissing me for a long moment and pulled back. We were almost face to face and he gazed at me for a long moment. His dark honey eyes smoldered. A grin tugged up on his lips and he tilted his head to the side, leaning in.

"Dropyou?"

I nodded.

He reached down and wrapped a hand over my thigh. My blood pounded in my ears while he slowly eased me up, letting my legs spread open for him. His cock prodded between, not inside of me, just brushing against me and my mouth fell open, wordless.

His eyes darkened the moment he felt how wet I was.

"Drop you?" he muttered, amused. "You really think I’d drop you?"

"This isn’t even a—a—" I squeezed my eyes shut, overcome as he rubbed the shaft of his cock against my sex. "It’s not even a real pose—they only do this is porn—"

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