Page 47 of Shot to the Hart

YOU’RE AN IDIOT

Afew nights later, I walk in from practice and notice soft light illuminating from the living room. I don’t get to play the next game because I punched Conrad in his smug face and paid a hefty fine. My body is sore from how hard Coach pushed me because even though I’m benched, I still practice. Coach was pissed, and I’m wondering if punching him was the right move. Peeking my head around the corner, I notice a rosy-cheeked Kodi cuddled up with her e-reader. “Books that good, huh?” I flash her a lopsided grin. I need to know what caused her cheeks to turn that pink. I want to know how I can make her cheeks that color.

“Ha, very funny Big Guy. At least I can read.” That response was quick witted and honestly turned me on a little bit.

Pretending to act wounded, I throw myself onto the couch beside her. “Whatcha reading?”

“Um, just a romance,” she replies.

“Kodi, I have a younger sister, what kind of romance? Is it spicy? Sports? Monsters? Romantasy?” I wiggle my eyebrows at her and she giggles.

“Sports,” she mumbles.

“Oh, what kind of sport?” I ask her.

“Hockey.” I swear she said hockey and now I’m even more curious as to what she’s reading about. Then, without thinking, I shoot up and catch her wrist in one hand and her e-reader in the other. My eyes scan briefly over the words of the page:

He has me bent over the bench pounding into me from behind. The jersey he told me to keep on, in between my teeth to keep my pleasure filled screams from echoing in the empty arena.

“Whoa. I need to borrow this when you’re done. Seems fun.”

“Maverick, you give that back right now!” she squeals.

“Hang out with me,” I pout, holding her e-reader just out of reach. “You’ve been weird since we got back from Carolina.”

“I have not!” She’s sitting up now, arms crossed, chewing on that bottom lip. One of her dead giveaways that she is lying to herself and to me. The fun energy dissipates immediately.

“You have, Kodi. What’s going on?” I push.

“I. . .I don’t know Mav.” She won’t look me in the eyes and all I want to see is what’s swimming in them. “There’s a lot going on up here right now.” Tapping her temple.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She doesn’t share much, but if I catch her at the right moment, she might open up to me.

“No, Mav. Everything is fine. Seriously,” she blurts, still chewing on her lip. The urge to reach out and pull it from that place almost wins, but I stop myself at the last minute.

“Well, whatever it is or whenever you’re ready to talk about it, I’m here for you.” Something is bothering her, but I’m not going to force it any further.

“Uh yeah, thanks. Can I keep reading now please?” she asks. I just want the lighthearted, give-me-crap Kodi back, not the one that shrugs off these conversations as if how I affect her doesn’t matter. In order to bring that back, I lift her e-reader back into the air and out of reach again.

“Come and get it,” I taunt. This is a mistake. I’m leading us down a road of temptation. She eyes me for a moment before she’s on me. Small body covering mine, arms flailing, giggles erupting from her chest and reaching for her e-reader. We continue this way until she ends up straddling my waist, still reaching above us.

As soon as we end up in this position, I harden beneath her. I know she feels it based on the way her breathing hitches and she stops fighting me. I search her eyes, I need to figure out where her mind is at. I slowly lower my arms and present her e-reader to her. She can’t be sitting on my lap like this. She takes it but sets it to the side, maintaining that intense eye contact and shifting a little, making my cock twitch.

“Mav,” A breathy whisper.

“Darlin.” I let my hands find her waist where a sliver of skin is exposed. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. God. I want to feel her lips on mine.

She’s leaning in, like she might kiss me if I don’t kiss her first.

Letting out a sigh, I say, “We shouldn’t do this Kodi, but I really want to kiss you right now.”

“I know, kiss me,” she says on a breathy exhale. She’s begun slowly circling her hips in my lap and her breathing is getting heavier.

I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t give into the need to deepen my connection with her, but my cock and her sinful hips moving under my hands is going to kill me. I let one hand glide up to grip the back of her neck and bring our lips together.

At first, our kiss is tentative. A soft exploration of our mouths meeting for the first time. Her hands snaking around my neck, keeping our connection. She lets out a soft moan and I take this opportunity to deepen our kiss, letting my tongue explore her mouth. She sucks lightly on it, as if to see what kind of reaction it will cause. I groan, lifting my hips into her core in response.

I have to stop this. We can’t take it any further than this. I want to be buried deep inside her, but now is not the time. I don’t know if there will ever be a good time.

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