Page 55 of Breaking Away

“Yes, but I know you’re thinking it.”

Her rough touch suddenly shifts, stroking my dark strands. I have to strangle a moan before it escapes. Her thumbs find the corner temples of my head. She rubs. “This never stops. I know.”

“On the ice it does.” My forehead lowers, hovering above hers. “And now,” I confess, gruffly.

“You’re not thinking?”

“Not properly. But you’re thinking too much.”

“What I want is too selfish, too out there, too much.”

My thumb indexes the line of her cheek. “Maybe you misunderstood me earlier, Princess. I’ll repeat myself. I said touseme.”Take what you need, confuse my cock, and then go away.

Kavi bites her lip.

It’s not that she doesn’t know what she wants, but whether she is allowed to take it. Like always. If she weren’t caged by my body, she’d be fidgeting. In high school, it was the same. The biting of her bottom lip, the hand wringing, the number ofumsmixed in her sentences. All of it obvious down to the big sweaters she wore.

Up. Down. Up. Fucking down.

How I used to watch her toy with that fucking zipper, wondering how much of her tank top underneath would come out. Never enough. Never for long.

Sometimes Smith’s hand would sneak underneath. I told myself I didn’t give a fuck. That I wanted to rip his arms off because he was a little shit who pretended he was decent but always copied her homework, forced her to make him cookies that he never ate, and “accidentally” hit that junior kid in practice. The one who was shaping up to be better than him.

“Dmitri.”

Back in the club, she calls my name. Leaving her hair, both palms slam on the wall behind her. Nope. I can’t touch her whenshe saysDmitrilike that. Not when everything down to my balls aches to turn her around and take over.

Pushing her dress up to her waist, pushing those panties to the side, until I’m notched up against her entrance. Let me in. Let me in. Let me in.

My molars grind.Fuck.“You know how to really bother a man, don’t you?”

What I mean isbreak.

“That’s so rude…”

She yanks forward, brushing her chest against mine.

My hand goes to her neck as if I’m ready to strangle her. I should because she’s doing it. Ripping up my focus, my decency, my control.

What have you done to me, Princess?

I push back until she’s pressed firmly against the wall. Against my chest, her nipples harden. Leverage, I need more leverage. For my fingers to grip her hair again.

Instead of giving me an opening, she pulls back a little. Her expression is the mostKavione I’ve seen on her yet, if you really know who she is when she’s not hiding. Brows down, mouth slightly open, nose in the air, pupils unfocused. Openly lost and angry about it.

“I didn’t ask for this,” she gasps.

“Neither did I.”

I’m drugged. My heart beats thick, unevenly thudding. All I want to do is run my hands all over her, squeezing and weighing and palming?—

Her thigh brushes my bulge.

Not that.She can’t touch me there. Not when I need to keep some shred of control. Not when I’m walking away tomorrow after this favor of hers is over.

My hand pins her by the hip, keeping her against the wall.

Her gaze rakes down my torso, stuttering at the state of my pants.

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