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“Johnny, you don’t have anything to pull back,” I urged. “You’re already thebest.” Releasing his hand, I twisted my body sideways so that I was kneeling with my knees touching his thighs and reclaimed his hand. “You might only have six weeks left to train and prepare—or whatever it is you guys do—” I scrunched my nose up at the thought of him getting smashed up on a pitch before quickly shaking the horrible image out of my head and continuing. “But you’ve already done all of the hard work. You’ve already impressed the coaches and you are weeks ahead of schedule on your recovery. You’veearnedthis. It’syours.” Squeezing his hand, I smiled brightly at him. “You’re going to get that spot on the team and you are going toshine. I know it.”

His lips tipped upward and he arched a brow. “Oh, you know it, do you?”

“Yep.” I nodded in confirmation. “I’m very wise.”

Chuckling, he stroked my cheek with his thumb. “God, you’re so adorable.”

“Adorable?” I grimaced. “Sookie’s adorable, Johnny. I’m supposed to be—”

“Be what?” he teased, dipping his face closer to mine. “What are you supposed to be, baby?”

“More than adorable,” I murmured, losing focus now that his lips were so close to mine.

“Cute?” he purred, trailing his fingers under the hem of my school skirt. “Pretty?” Smirking, he leaned closer and brushed his nose against mine. “Sexy?”

Nodding, I exhaled a shaky breath. “The last one.”

Suddenly, and without an ounce of warning, Johnny kissed me hard and pulled me on top of him. Throwing a leg over either side of his hips, I settled on his lap, our lips never parting as we kissed each other almost violently. His lap wasn’t a soft place to sit, the opposite in fact. He was ripped from head to toe, and it was a painful test to my willpower tonottouch. Especially when everything inside of me demanded I do just that.Touch, and pet, and rub…

Unable to stop myself, I snaked a hand in his hair and tugged. He rewarded my bravery with a small thrust of his hips. His hands were on my hips, coaxing and encouraging. It didn’t seem to matter to either of us that we were on school grounds with his teammates a stone’s throw away on the pitch.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” His voice was deep and husky and his words took my breath away. “You drive me crazy, Shannonlike the river,” he whispered against my lips, rocking my hips against his. “I want you so badly I can’t think straight anymore.”

A delicious shiver rolled down my spine and I sagged against him, the pressure in my chest too much to take, his words taking me farther down the dark and terrifying path I was on with him. “Johnny?”

“Yeah, Shan?”

“There’s nobody at my house until six.” Heart racing, I leaned back to look into his eyes. “Do you want to come over?”

His eyes darkened and his grip on my waist tightened. “Now?”

“Now,” I confirmed, breathless.

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“Should I have parked further up the street?” Johnny asked between kisses as he stumbled into my bedroom with my body wrapped around his. “In case your mother or Darren come back early?”

Shaking my head, I reached around and slammed my bedroom door shut before turning back to crush my lips against his. “Forget about them,” I encouraged, breathing hard, as I squeezed my thighs against his waist. “Turn off your brain.”

“Ah fuck,” he groaned, walking the small space from my door to my bed. “You’re going to get me killed, aren’t ya?” His shins hit the base of the bed and then we were falling onto the mattress with Johnny landing heavily on top of me.

Wrestling around on my small single bed, I clambered out from beneath his big body and straddled his hips. Feeling victorious, I took his hands in mine and pinned them above his head, pressing them into the mattress. “Gotcha.”

Growling, Johnny bucked his hips sharply, causing me to fall forward on his chest. “Gotcha back,” he purred before claiming my lips with his. I could feel my pulse thrumming in my veins as my blood turned to lava and my resolve disintegrated with every stroke of his tongue. “Listen, I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready to do,” he said against my lips. “I have two hands and an excellent imagination—filled with images of you.” Holding my face in his hands, he leaned back and stared at me. “I canwait.”

I gazed at him, feeling more in this moment than I had my whole life. I could feel his heart hammering against his chest like a caged bird fluttering wildly, matching the rhythm of mine. Unable to form a coherent sentence, I reached for the hem of my school jumper and whipped it over my head, taking my school tie with it. Johnny’s eyes darkened as I moved for my white blouse, clumsily undoing the buttons.

“Don’t—” he began to say, but his words twisted into a pained growl when I let my blouse fall from my shoulders. “Jesus,” he groaned, his hungry eyes roaming over my body. His tongue swept out, tracing his lower lip, as his stare remained riveted to my body.

My breath came out in a loud puff when I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, wishing I had lacy bras like Claire and not plain cotton ones.

“Fuck,” Johnny growled, thrusting his hips upward. His breath hitched in his throat when I slipped my bra off and tossed it on my bedroom floor. I could feel him hardening beneath me, and the sensation sent a thrill through me. “You’re so beautiful.”

Sitting up with me in his lap, Johnny reached a hand behind his head, swiftly yanking his school jumper off before tossing it on my bedroom floor. Knotting his fingers in my hair, he pulled my face to his, kissing me hard and recklessly. Straddling his hips in nothing but my school skirt and knickers, I rocked against him, matching his recklessness with a fevered wildness of my own.

His hands moved from my hair to the front of his shirt to unbutton it, never taking his lips off mine as he worked. I reached behind my back and lowered the zipper of my skirt. Breaking the kiss, I clambered off the bed, trembling from head to toe, and let my skirt fall to the floor, never taking my eyes off his.

Standing in nothing but a pair of white cotton knickers, I exhaled a shaky breath and whispered, “Hi, Johnny.”

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