Page 214 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
Fuck, I want to feel that between my thighs almost as much as I need my next breath.
Soon…
“Pretty sure you’ve seen everything already,” he teases.
“Doesn’t stop me from wanting to see it again,” I counter. I move the camera away from my face, allowing him to see whatI’m wearing. “Just like this…I’ve worn the same thing every time we’ve spoken. I bet you’re far from bored of it.”
“Fuck no. I’ll never be bored of this sight. I can’t deny that I want more, though. You’ve seen all of me through the screen, and yet, you’ve hidden parts of yourself.”
“Delayed gratification,” I taunt. “How do I know that you won’t lose interest if I show you everything? You might not want to see me when you’re back.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
I shrug, playing innocent.
“I’m fucking dying for you, Trouble. Look,” he says as he stands and allows me to see just how tented his towel is.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I stare at the fabric, wishing I could banish it with nothing but willpower alone.
Kodie looks hot as hell like this. But nothing will ever beat him naked.
“Let me see,” I whisper. “Show me how hard you are for me.”
A thrill goes through me, ending right at my clit.
God, he’s not the only one dying for some in-person action. I swear, I’m going to combust the second he touches me.
“What am I going to get in return? I’ve had a really hard night, remember?”
“Playing the sympathy card, huh?”
“I need distracting from the pain.” He ducks down so I can see his face again, and I burst out laughing at his pout.
“Aw, my poor baby,” I whisper as I drag my hand from my waist and up my stomach.
His eyes track the movement, darkening with every inch.
“I want my hands on your body,” he muses, almost as if he’s talking to himself. “I want to feel those curves, the heat of your skin. I want to drown in your sweet scent with your addictive taste on my tongue.”
“Jesus, Kodie.”
“Keep going,” he encourages as my hand skims over my ribs.
He swallows thickly, and I let my groan break free as my fingertips tuck under the fabric of his jersey and graze my boob.
“More. Let me see those perfect tits, Casey.”
Oh god. My hips roll and desire blooms within me as he rasps my name.
Sexiest sound ever.
I keep going until my hand is entirely under the jersey.
His jaw tics with desire and irritation.
“Oh my god,” I moan, my back arching as I squeeze myself.
“Casey,” he snaps.
