Page 77 of My Grumpy Billionaire Soccer Star

Her gaze rips into me. Her eyes start to burn bright, and I can feel the tension between us start to crackle. She mutters, “You’re impossible,” and tries to leave, but I reach out to grab her wrist gently.

I say in a low voice, “Don’t walk away from me, Rachel. Not now. We’re finally getting somewhere.”

Her breath catches as she looks at me. She hesitates, and something shifts. I can feel the anger that’s been building between us about to explode. I draw her closer, and before I realize it, I am lowering my lips to hers.

The kiss is electric; it fires through any smoldering left below the surface. It’s a feeling of heat and desire—it’s everything else. Her body responds to me, and the tension that was between us before transforms into a raw, passionate kind.

We pull apart, breathless and wide-eyed, and I look for anything indicating maybe she’s hesitating, but all I see is the want in her eyes. This moment can’t slip away from me.

I lift her without thinking and put her on my desk, the cool surface pressing against her back. The surprise fades from her face, and she gasps again, but only slightly, before I lean in again and capture her lips with mine. She kisses me deeper, and I can feel her fingers knotted in my hair, pulling me nearer.

“This is insane,” she breathes against my mouth, but the words are laced with urgency rather than reluctance.

“Insane or not, I need you,” I reply, my hands roaming her waist, feeling the warmth of her body beneath my fingertips. We forget about the weight of the world outside and lose ourselves in each other.

I step away, enough to look deep into her eyes and see if there’s any hint of doubt. “Are you sure about this?” I ask, but the seriousness of the moment is starting to creep in.

“Just shut up and kiss me,” she whispers, and that’s all the encouragement I need.

I dive back into the kiss; our bodies fuse, the heat between us shifting to something more. I can feel my urgency rising, and both of us are desperate to feel this connection to release us from our lives and chaos.

I deepen the kiss, and my hands roam and memorize every inch of her curves over the solidness of the desk beneath us. Her body arches against mine eagerly. I can feel the heat pass between us.

I reach up, tug the band out of her hair, and toss it aside, allowing her silky hair to tumble down her shoulders. Cradling her face, I slip an arm around her waist to bring her more firmly against my body.

Her mouth is so full, so ripe, and much more intoxicating than I expected. Her body trembles once against mine in arousal, a primal response to my kiss.

I’m warm and hard, and for one mad moment, she draws me in, inhaling my male scent and flavor, the strength and the passion, and letting it flow through her in a kind of joyful spree.

I stared at her, trying to guess her mood.

“If that wasn’t a yes,” I tell her, “you’d better run for the door. Fast.”

“You’re not pushing me away, Vaughn,” she replies. “Not after all that’s happened today. I want you.”

“Rachel, you don’t know how badly I want to make love to you.”

“It—”

The rest of the words spill down her throat when I swung her off her feet. “Too late. It’s time to be ravished.”

She tries her best to frown, pissed at being cut off, but it’s not easy with the thrill pumping through her.

“I can’t wrap my head around how good you are at sex,” she mutters to no one in particular.

“Stop interrupting me. I’m working here.” I run my lips over her cheeks. “Your cheeks are so rosy and soft. Unexpected, exotic, and strangely sexy. I’ve always loved how they looked on you.”

I take her mouth once more, engulfing her in a kiss so long, slow, and deep that the pleasure spreads from that point of contact through her body and straight down to her toes.

“Remember the first time we had sex?”

She arches and shifts a little as I kiss her neck. “It’s hard to forget, especially since you ruined me for any other man.”

“All that pent-up passion and energy. It’s a wonder we survived it.”

I ease back and smile at her. She wants what I want, and I can only hope that it will be enough for her.

“It happens I have some time on my hands just now,” she says.

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