Page 70 of Netting the Goalie

My hands clenched around the steering wheel at the absolute authority in his voice and I nodded, not sure I could answer coherently and still drive.

“I missed you.You know that, right?I never wanted to give you up but I didn’t want you to think I was like your ex.”

“I know.Shane—”

“You got the flowers.”

“Yes.Shane—”

“When there were no more games, I would’ve shown up at your door and we would’ve talked.And I would’ve told you just what I’m telling you now.”

Stopped at a red light, I turned to see him watching me.

I smiled and his expression lightened enough for me to see the heat in his eyes.

Then the light changed and I stepped on the gas.He didn’t say anything else as I drove the last few miles back to my apartment.

He unfolded his big body from the front seat as soon as I put the car in park.Which meant he was at my door as soon as I opened it.

He took my hand to help me out and didn’t release me as he hustled me toward my apartment building.

By the time we reached my door, I was laughing.I couldn’t help it.I could barely keep up with him when he walked fast and, right now, he was practically running.

As I went to fit the key into the lock, he pressed himself against my back, short-circuiting my brain, and I dropped the keys.

“Let me get those,” he grumbled, “because if you bend over…”

I went wet at the deep note in his voice and I might have whimpered as he scooped up the keys and opened my door.

With his hands on my hips, he hurried me through and, in the next second, he had me plastered against the door.His big body held mine against the door, so much hard muscle I wanted to bite him.Then his mouth sealed over mine.His full beard was a new sensation that only added to my sensory pleasure.

As the fury of his kiss infected me, I shoved my hands into his hair and held on tight.I’d already toed off my sneakers and locked my legs around his waist when he lifted me off my feet.

Tilting his head, he kissed me deeper, sank his tongue into my mouth and made me moan as his hands worked at my jeans.

With a groan, he pulled away for a second.“I’m making it a rule that you always wear skirts.”

I huffed out a short laugh but, at the moment, I couldn’t agree with him more.“I may actually agree to that.But for now, just hurry.”

His mouth slipped back over mine as his fingers worked at my jeans.

“Drop your legs.”

I obeyed without thought, wrapping my arms around his shoulders so my legs could hang free and he could work my jeans down my legs.

It took a little maneuvering because that damn denim clung but finally I felt cooler air brush against my bare thighs and my mound.

My moan sounded loud enough that I feared my brother might be able to hear it through the walls.

And then he slid his hand between my legs and flicked at my clit with two fingers and I didn’t care who heard me.

I only wanted Shane to hurry.

Hips writhing against him, I felt him fumble with his pants.

“Fuck.”He growled.“Condom.”

“Good thing you’re so good with your hands.”

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