Page 107 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
His other hand drops to my waist, and he drags me from the wall and into his hot and hard body.
The groan that rumbles up my throat is nothing but pure filth as his hand slips under my jersey in search of bare skin.
I shamelessly dry hump his leg, desperate to get as much of this man as I can.
“You taste even better than I remember.”
Oh my god.
I cry out in disappointment when I’m suddenly lifted off his thigh.
“Oh god,” I moan when he wraps my legs around his waist and walks me through the room, his lips still on mine.
“Kodie,” I cry as he drops me, letting me crash to the bed.
I stare up at him in disbelief.
Already this is so much better than our first time.
I can see him. All of him. Well, almost.
He watches me closely, his heated eyes flitting around my body as if he doesn’t know where to look first.
I’m still fully dressed; I’m not sure what he really wants to look at—maybe aside from the fact I’m wearing his number. That’s a big deal to many players. It’s a mark of ownership.
I did consider that it could be a step too far. But I couldn’t stop myself.
“I always knew you were trouble,” he muses as he reaches up and combs his fingers through his curls.
My chest heaves and my thighs clench.
Having him standing there looming over me might be things dreams are made of, but I need more. So much more.
“Please,” I whimper, forcing him into action.
He tugs both of my sneakers off, letting them crash to the floor before peeling my socks from my feet and then curling his fingers under the waistband of my jeans and dragging them over my hips and off my legs.
“The fuck are you doing to me?” he mutters as he stands to his full height again.
My eyes run down his exposed chest, taking in all his ink until I get to his open waistband. I swallow thickly as I take in the way his slacks are straining against the thickness of his erection.
“I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about the things I have been. It’s wrong. So fucking wrong.”
I hate the torn expression on his face.
Hell, I more than hate it. I feel it. Right down in the depths of my gut. But there is no other option.
Anything else would be…it would be unfair on us.
This chemistry…we need this.
We deserve this.
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KODIE
Unwilling to wait for me to sort my shit out, Casey sits up and reaches for my waistband.
