Page 207 of Catch Me
“Are you saying I need one?”
“Yeah, you’re a grump.”
I breathed a laugh, which helped me to relax slightly. “I have an idea.”
“Do tell.”
I turned us around and walked him backward. The force from hitting the wall knocked the breath out of him, and the look in his eyes caught my attention.
Taking his jaw, I held him in place while I trailed my tongue across his mouth. His lips parted to let me in, and I tightened my grip. He grabbed my wrist to pull my hand away from his face as I kissed him.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I want to claim you as mine again before I win the World fucking Series.”
He shoved me backward, then started backing up toward the door, keeping his eyes on me. I matched his pace as I followed him. Once he was inside, he turned around on his way to the hall. I came up behind him quickly and grabbed his hips to push him against the counter. With my chest against his back, I brought a hand to his throat and tipped his head to the side.
“Not if it’s an impulse,” he breathed.
“You’ve never been an impulse.” I groaned as I pressed my lips to his neck. His pulse thudded underneath my thumb, and every time I kissed his skin, his breathing changed. “I would fuck you right here if I could.”
“Do it.”
My eyes shifted to the hall. It was only six, so it could work. It’d be safer to go to the room, but now the idea was in my head and it had my cock straining.
“Stay,” I instructed.
“Wait, I wasn’t serious.”
“I am.”
He swore, but he didn’t move. I quickly grabbed a jar of coconut oil and came up behind him.
“That doesn’t seem safe,” he grumbled.
“It is.”
“You’ve done it before?”
I pushed on his back, forcing him to lean on the counter. “Are you okay with this?”
He nodded. “If we get caught, I’m never coming back here.”
“Yes, you are. This time, I’ll hunt you down.”
“You made that sound really hot.”
Smiling, I kissed one of his shoulder blades, glad that neither of us had bothered to put on a shirt when we woke up.
“And I fucking mean it, Roman.”
With every brush of my lips against his back, he trembled. I pushed his sweats down and palmed his ass cheeks.
“Can I eat your ass this time?”
He looked at me over his shoulder, obviously uncertain. “Will I like it?”
I grazed his ass cheek with my teeth. “I’m positive you will, but if you don’t, tell me to stop.”
