Page 14 of Pucking Dirty

"Wisely spoken," I murmur.

He winks at me, slowly sliding his hand away. "I'm a wise motherfucker on occasion, baby girl."

"Only on occasion?"

"I willingly spend about half my time in a locker room that smells like ball sweat and swamp ass, Emilia. Wisdom is definitely an occasional thing over here."

I throw my head back, laughing loudly.

"What other rules do you have?"

"No talking about Fight Club?"

He shoots me a look, making me laugh.

"I can't think of any right now. You?"

"You make the rules, Emilia. I'll follow your lead."

"You may regret saying that, Whatley. Never give a girl all the power. She may use it to tie you up in the Sin Bin. Just saying."

His lips quirk into a smile. "Bring it on, baby girl."

We don't speak again as he navigates through Penn Town toward Columbus Heights. Once he parks outside of my townhouse, he looks over at me, his green eyes full of curiosity and something far deeper that sends a thrill twisting through me.

It should be criminal to want this man as much as I do. And yet…I'm swimming in a pool of evidence over here. My heart freaking pounds every time I look at him. He's nothing like I expected, and somehow precisely what I expected. I feel like a kid in a candy store, trying to decide which pieces of him I want most when, in reality, I want it all.

"Come in with me," I blurt before I can talk myself out of it. I can be sensible and rational and slow this down again tomorrow. But for tonight, I don't want to be or do any of those things. I want him all over me.

"That's a bad idea."

"Why?"

His grip on the steering wheel tightens, his eyes not deviating from my face. "Because if I come in, you'll be coming all over me again."

"I mean, that was kind of the plan, Whatley." I arch a brow, unable to resist challenging him. I think he loves it. I think he thrives on it. And I think it drives him freaking wild when I don't do what he expects. "Unless you don't think you can keep up?"

His eyes immediately narrow, something hot and wild rolling through them as a groan tumbles from his lips. Before I can even move, he's reaching for me. My seatbelt vanishes, and then he's hauling me across the console onto his lap.

"You want to say that again, princess?" he breathes, his lips inches from mine.

"Sure. You probably couldn't hear me since you get hit in the head with pucks all day," I say sweetly. "I said, maybe you're afraid you can't keep u–"

His mouth crashes down on mine, stealing the words from my lips. His kiss is as hot and wild as the look he gave me, as if he's trying to brand my lips as his possession.

My hands sink into his hair, holding him to me as I kiss him back the same way, pyroclastic clouds of desire raging through me.

"You're going to fucking own my big ass, aren't you?" he groans against my lips.

"Yes," I whisper back, the truth spilling from my lips without conscious thought. "That's exactly what I want. To own you. To rule you. To drive you so crazy all you can think about is being inside me."

The truth should scare the shit out of me…and yet it doesn't. He makes me feel bold in a way I've never felt. The way he sets me on fire makes me brave in a way I never knew existed. It's terrifying and freeing at the same exact time.

He growls wordlessly, pulling me closer. He's all sex and sin and control as he devours my mouth, annihilating any defenses I had against him…if I ever had any at all. I'm beginning to think not. This man is potent, intoxicating magic. And all six foot three inches of him is wrapped around me like he can't get enough of me.

"Nash," I whisper, not entirely sure what I'm trying to ask him. For more? For him to get me inside before I burst into pieces? I have no idea. But as soon as I say his name, he growls, dragging his mouth from mine.

"Fuck," he groans, burying his face in my throat as he pants for breath. "You can't say sexy shit like that, Emilia. I don't have any self-control around you."

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