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He groans into my mouth, and it sends a fire racing toward my core.
“Need you,” he breathes.
“Then you’d better drive fast,” I say, forcing myself to sit back in my seat.
I look at him with my heart racing and my temperature soaring.
He’s fresh from the shower, his hair still damp, and he smells like sin.
“Kodie,” I whimper when all he does is stare back as if I’m not really sitting here.
“I’m sorry. I just…this is everything. I know it’s selfish, but I want you waiting for me after every home game. Maybe even a few on the road.”
“I’m there,” I agree.
“And no other name or number is ever going to be on your jersey again.”
“Well…we’ll have to see about that,” I tease.
“Casey,” he warns, his voice so deep its vibrations hit me straight between the legs.
“What? You love it when I’m a bad girl.”
“I love it more when I know you’re mine.”
My smile spreads so wide, it hurts my cheeks.
“Great game tonight, Rivers,” I praise as he finally hits the gas.
“I was playing for my girls.”
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KODIE
“Kodie,” Casey cries as I slam her against her closed front door, my lips finding hers and cutting off any other words she might want to say.
My hands grip her ass, and I lift her from her feet.
Instantly, her legs wrap around my waist, and I grind my aching dick against her.
Her entire body trembles. Needy and desperate. Just the way I like her.
Fire burns through my veins as my adrenaline from our epic win tonight continues to rage.
I need her. I need to be inside her as much as I need my next breath.
“Can’t wait,” I mutter as I kiss across her jaw, one of my hands slipping inside her jersey to find her tits.
“Please,” she whimpers as I palm her, loving the feel of her nipple hardening at my touch.
“Why the fuck are you wearing jeans?” I complain as I pointlessly tug at her waistband.
“I…I didn’t think?—”
“I’m banning them from games,” I say as I drag her from the door and move toward the couch with her in my arms. “Skirts or nothing.”
“What if I want to make you work for it?” she taunts as Ilower her to her feet, my fingers immediately finding the button of the offending article.
