Page 13 of Rookie Move

Chapter 4

She sank intothe kiss, and all rational thought vanished as she gave in. He devoured her common sense as he deepened the kiss, and she tilted her head to get a better angle. He was by far the best kisser she’d ever had, and that wasn’t helping her cause.

Not that she could remember her cause as he licked along the seam of her lips and she granted him entry, her tongue tangling with his. A soft moan escaped her when he tightened his hold on the back of her head, the possessiveness of his kiss thrilled her down to her toes.

“Fucking hell, Rylie,” he whispered against her lips when they finally came up for air. A hint of his accent came out. God, it was sexy.

“We shouldn’t do this,” she said, then dove back in for another kiss, swallowing his chuckle as she did.

Then they were moving, his hand steady at her waist. In a few steps, she was pressed against the wall. His hips shifted against her and she could feel how much he wanted her. She barely resisted the urge to climb up his body and wrap her legs around his waist so she could press herself against his cock. She ached for that friction.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her throat, and she arched her back, giving him all the access he needed. His groan vibrated against her skin. He continued to cup the back of her head, holding her in place as he licked along her collarbone. Her entire body was a live wire ready to burst.

Then she heard the murmur of people outside the door and reality crashed over her.

“We have to stop,” she gasped out, weakly.

“Do you really want to do that?” he ground out. His need matched hers and she was barely hanging on right now.

“Someone could walk in,” she said, giving him a light shove.

His hand immediately fell from her hair and she instantly missed his mouth on her skin when he pulled back.

“I know. But I had to kiss you,” he said, his eyes dark as they roamed over her panting body. She wanted to push him down on the couch and ignore everyone around them.

She shook her head, clearing the image.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, trailing a finger down her flushed face. “But I know you’re right.”

“I’ll go first. Just know that this isn’t over.” His hand was on the doorknob.

“Desmond, we really shouldn’t do this again.”

His lips tilted up in a half-smile. “You’re probably right, but I’m not feeling very smart around you.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers again in a hard kiss. “Apology accepted. And this is definitely not over.”

Then he slipped through the door while she tried to catch her breath and not run after him to drag him back in the room.

She needed to remember that it was in her best interest to avoid anything unprofessional with the players, but all she could focus on was her still tingling lips.

When could she kiss him again?

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For the nextweek, she avoided him. She never should’ve kissed him. For multiple reasons.

One. He’s a player and she worked for the team.

Two. She spent her adult life avoiding romantic relationships with athletes. She was not her mother.

Three. Her father would be pissed.

Four. Kissing him reminded her of how fucking good at it he was, and she wanted to do it again. And again.

Yep. She should’ve kept her hands and her mouth to herself. She’d only meant to apologize.

She bit back her snort.

It’s not like she’d tripped over her apology and landed face-first on his.

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