Page 19 of Beneath the Stands (Sugarlake 2)

Two seconds...

Before I can take another breath, Eli’s lips are on mine, his tongue ravaging my mouth. Our breaths meld and I moan at his taste. My hand tangles in his hair, his thick bulge pushing into me from behind. My panties are soaked through, my body vibrating from how bad I want to feel him plunging inside me. I’m lost. In his taste. His smell. His aura. In everything that is Elliot Carson.

Elliot Carson.

I jerk away, lips burning and heart screaming in protest.

What the hell am I doin’?

“Becca.” Eli’s voice is cautious, his arms still outstretched.

I shake my head, fingers touching my swollen lips. “No. No. That did not just happen.”

Eli’s arms drop along with his head, his jaw clenching. “Shit. You’re right. That shouldn’t have happened.”

“Ya think, genius? What the hell were you thinkin’?”

“What was I thinking? You kissed me.”

I huff out a laugh, my arms waving wildly. “Oh, please. You seduced me with your... your basketball voodoo.”

He stares at me, his mouth twitching. “Basketball voodoo?”

I groan, my hands wrenching my roots. “You know what I mean. This—” I point between us. “Can’t happen.”

“I agree.”

“For so many reasons. You’re the damn coach of the basketball team. Your sister is my best friend, for God’s sake. This cannot happen. I just...”

Eli’s in front of me now, his hand pushing against my lips. “Christ, do you ever listen? I said I agree.”

“Oh,” I mumble against his fingers.

He smirks. “Yeah. Oh.”

Relief floods through my veins, even as my heart twinges at the thought of it never happening again.

That kiss was a mistake. One that we will not be repeating ever again.

But damn, it was a great one.

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Becca

Hours later and I can’t stop thinking about that kiss. I’m usually not a fan of lip to lip action. It’s too personal, and my momentary lapse of judgment with Eli has reminded me of all the reasons I avoid it in the first place. I’m afraid the feel of his lips will be burned into mine for the rest of eternity.

But I’ll try like hell to erase it.

I grab my phone and shoot a text to Jeremy.

Me: Please, please say you’ll drop whatever you’re doing this weekend and help me find a stallion to ride. I am in desperate need of a good fuck.

Jeremy: God, your lines are corny as hell.

Me: Is that a yes?

Jeremy: What’s in it for me?

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