Page 6 of Off Limits PUCK

I catch my breath, freezing both hands in their probing of his body. He locks eyes with me. I see defiance in them. And I also see something else. Is it loneliness? Sadness? I can’t tell.

But there must have been something else there that I missed entirely because he leans in to kiss me. And against all odds of me losing my self-control at work—I kiss him back.

Chapter four

Jake

She tastes like mintand smells like floral shampoo. Her fingers on my chest curl up and go from clinical to sensual. Her hand on my back moves to cup my neck, pulling me toward her. I can’t believe I am kissing her—and I am very aware that the door to the PT room is wide open.

I’m not lost in the moment with her or anything sentimental like that. I mean, I am attracted to her, but she’s just Kenz’s friend, so it’s not like I’m that into her or anything… but as my cock grows hard, I wonder if that’s true. Am I into Allie?

I put a hand on her full hips, pulling her to me until she’s standing in between my knees. I’m enjoying the kiss, but I keep my hands to myself… for now. If she wants to take this little moment of intimacy somewhere more private, I’m all in for that. But there’s only so far I’ll go in a place like the PT room.

I keep my eyes open and study her face for a second. She’s pretty. Not a wrinkle or a freckle on her skin. Her lashes are dark. I’m not one to know much about makeup, but it doesn’t look like she’s wearing any. Not that I care either way. She’s my PT. And I should stop this kiss right now.

I take a chance on being caught by closing my eyes, blocking out the PT tables, the lights, the open door, everything. Then, I feel it. There is a sizzle of attraction between us. It ignites in me as I carefully keep my hands lightly on her hips. Her hands have come to rest on my shoulders. She’s being careful, too.

I want more. I’m just now allowing myself to give in to the kiss, and I go for it. I push my tongue against her lips, and she lets me in. I feel an explosion of arousal pulse through my body. She’s incredible. And I haven’t even done anything to her yet, but I know she’d be an amazing lover. You can always tell these things from a kiss.

I grip her hips and slide myself to the very edge of the table, so her body is pressed against mine, so she can feel my arousal as my cock grows.

She falters as my cock presses against her. My pants are thin and I’m not wearing underwear. I’m sure she can feel every part of me right now. She knows I’m hard for her.

I let one hand roam up her back and the other fall to her round ass. I squeeze the soft skin there. She moans a little in my mouth, but then she shocks me. She pulls away. I feel the energetic shift in her, but I’m not ready for this to be over.

She meets my eyes as she steps away. I can’t read her. I feel the loss of her. My entire body is going haywire right now.

“Allie, we don’t have to stop,” I say in a raspy voice, full of hunger and need for her.

She swallows hard. “Yes. We do. I’m not sorry for what we just did. But we can’t do it again.”

Her words are so honest and forthcoming that I laugh. “I’m not sorry, either.”

She gets right back to business, her touch once again professional and her tone back into professor mode. She pretends like the kiss never happened at all while she finishes touching my back.

“Okay, look at me, Jake,” she says in a serious tone.

It turns me on. Pretty much everything about her is turning me on since the kiss. A door has been opened that I have no idea how to close.

I clear my throat. “Yes, doc?” I ask in a teasing tone, trying to pretend I’m not aroused.

“I will recommend a muscle relaxer. From what I can tell, your bones are good—”

I laugh, interrupting her. “You make it sound like I’m a frail old man in need of surgery.”

“You are likely going to get surgery if you participate in any more scrimmages or practices. And I don’t believe you will be able to start the season with the team next week. I’m sorry.”

I don’t believe her. She’s just trying to get back at me for kissing her. Although, at this point, I don’t remember who kissed who first. Was it me? Was it her? The only thing I know is that I want to do it again.

“I’m being serious,” she breathes.

It hits me, then. The way she says that last bit sends my heart pounding in my chest. She really is serious. I’ve been in denial about my injury since the day that it happened. But looking into those blue eyes of hers, I know she’s not lying to me. And I know I can’t keep lying to myself.

I reach out for her hand, holding it like it’s my lifeline, doing everything I can to not beg her for a way out of all of this. I’m plagued by fears over early retirement, but I’m plagued by the fear that if I actually see my injury for what it is that I’ll spiral into depression. I’m trapped.

She slowly pulls her hand away and puts a little distance between us. “I’m sorry,” she says softly.

“What is wrong with me? The tests came back within the normal range, right? Juan didn’t lie about my scans.”

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