Page 92 of Under the Lights

That wasn’t a ’no’. That was a door cracked open, just enough light slipping through to make me fucking greedy.

Well, she was my girl now — as far as I was concerned — and she’d merely reconfirmed that this was something she’d be into.Silver fucking platter.

Honestly, I probably would’ve gotten myself off right then and there, up against the house wall, if my sister hadn’t started talking.

The second I caught on to where her story was headed, I bailed. That was not something I needed haunting my brain.

This first experience of living out both of our fantasies had been perfect. But this perfection only fueled my greed. The obsessive part of my brain had sunk its teeth in deep, like a shark that’d smelled blood in the water, circling closer, hungrier by the second.

Once again, my whole mood was revolving around Sierra, which meant I needed to find a way to fix this — permanently.

In the long run, it wouldn’t do to have to maneuver around all this everyday bullshit to steal one night to merely keep my infatuation from starving, merely manage this hunger.

No, I was gunning for more. I wanted to feed my obsession every single day.

So I’d bombarded her with texts, trying to pry open that tiny crack in her armor and wedge myself in. We saw each otherconstantly. Our schedules ran parallel, brushing up against each other like live wires with nowhere to ground out.

I walked her to class whenever I could. Swung by her place after late practices. Found excuses to be where she was, even if it meant pretending to run into her at the exact moment she came out of the gym, sweat-slicked and dead on her feet.

I was always around — but never at the right time.

Her season had started, and while I was laser-focused on proving I deserved my starting spot, this was Sierra’s final regular college season.

She still hadn’t said it out loud, but the way she threw herself into training spoke volumes. I’d bet everything that she wants to go pro. She just didn’t want to admit it yet, not even to herself.

But I saw it. I saw all of her. And I wanted to be the one who stood beside her when she got there.

I wanted to be the one who kept her sane. Anchored her. Ravaged her when she needed to feel something real.

But we hadn’t even kissed again. Not properly. Not since that night, and I was slowly starting to lose my mind.

My first college game was right in front of me — everything I’d worked for — and my focus was slipping. I should’ve been resting, locked in, but all I could think about was her. I shouldn’t do this. I should’ve gone to bed early.

But it’d been too long. Ineededher.

Craved her like fire craves oxygen … just to burn even hotter.

With a soft click, I slid the key into the lock and quietly entered the living room, shrouded in darkness. With purposeful but light-footed strides, I crossed the room, expertly maneuvering around the furniture.

Despite my size, I was quite nimble on my feet, which was working to my advantage now. The thrill of anticipation was coursing through my veins, and I had to clench my abs in the flurry of lust ripping through my insides.

My hand shook slightly as I gripped the doorknob, the sheer desire and yearning vibrating through my body.

Did she lock it?

With a twist of my wrist, the door slowly opened. Good fucking girl. I clenched my teeth, choking down a groan at the implied admission.

Carefully, I slipped into her room and eased the door shut behind me. The soft thud barely registered. She didn’t stir; her steady breaths filled the quiet darkness like a lullaby.

Muted amber light glowed from a string of fairy lights twisted around the headboard, casting delicate shadows across the wall and her sleeping form.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I strode over to the side of her bed, palming my already thickening shaft through my athletic shorts.

The room was permeated with her scent, the fragrance rolling over me like a heatwave, clinging to my skin and sinking into my lungs. As I pulled the sheet down her body, I was delighted to find her clad only in an oversized shirt.

She was curled up on her side, and it had ridden up far enough to reveal her bare hips.Fuck. I wanted her in a way that scraped at my bones.

After pulling my shorts down and letting my erection spring free, I slid into bed behind her. A sleepy, breathy sound escaped her lips as I pressed my front against her.

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