Page 56 of Fair Catch

But nothing scares me more than the outrage on Kason’s face as his eyes meet mine in the mirror.

“What the actual fuck, Hayes?” Kason snaps, locking the door behind him.

I compose myself as best I can before turning to face him. “What?”

“Don’t justwhatme?” He takes a step forward, then another. “Why are you going all kamikaze on my date? And don’t fucking say because you lost your keys, because we both know that’s a bold-faced lie.”

I’m struck silent as I stare at him.

At the broadness of his shoulders, the taper of his waist.

At the strong line of his jaw as tension ripples through it. The flare of anger in his vibrant, clover eyes. The freckles dotting his nose, spreading over his cheekbones. The piece of hair that’s dropped onto his forehead.

At all the things I never noticed before, yet are in vivid technicolor now.

“Are you gonna answer me, or just stand there like—”

He doesn’t get to finish his thought before my lips land on his.

The first brush is electric, sending bolts of lightning down my spine and through my extremities, and I’m instantly hooked. My hand wraps around the back of his neck, the other anchoring on his hip, and I haul his body against mine.

Every inch of my body presses into his, and I just…kiss him.

And it feelsgood.

Like something just clicks in place.

My fingers slide through his hair, curling around the back of his head as my tongue trails along the seam of his lips. Kason lets out a soft moan, barely more than a sigh, and his lips part before he’s kissing me back.

And the second my tongue brushes his, I’m done for.

Drowning in his oaky scent, in the bite of pain from his stubble, the way his hips arch toward mine. Consumed by the strong fingers digging into my waist, holding me tight against his body.

Completely lost in him.

“Fuck, Hayes,” Kason mutters into my mouth before sealing his lips to mine again.

He walks us backward until I’m trapped between the counter and his body with no means of escaping. Escape is the furthest thing from my mind, though. The only thing my brain can focus on is every delicious connection our bodies are making.

I feel himeverywhereas we devour each other—which is the only way I can describe what’s happening, because there’s nothing soft, gentle, or sweet about this.

It’s all the frustration, irritation, and annoyance I’d felt when he first moved in.

It’s all the pain and loneliness he’s expressed to me.

It’s all the tiny, seemingly insignificant moments we’ve shared up ‘til now.

It’s everything we are.

Taking charge, I flip our positions, kicking his feet apart and pinninghimagainst the sink. I roll and grind my hips into him while flicking my tongue against his, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity.

My cock strains against my zipper, begging be released from its confines, and—

Holy shit, I’m hard.

The realization has me breaking away far sooner than I’d intended, the desire flowing within me far more than I’d realized, and I press my hands to his chest to keep him from diving in for more.

And seeing his kiss-swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and wide, green eyes brimming with equal parts confusion and lust makes me want things I haven’t wanted in a long time.

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