Page 22 of Ruled Out

“Phoebe, I’m not arguing with you. You’re clearly emotional, and we got carried away. This can never happen again.”

“Oh really?” she scoffs. “You’re really going to blame this on my emotions? Like we both haven't wanted to jump each other from minute we…”

“Goddammit, Phoebe! Get out of my car. You need to leave,” I say through clenched teeth, losing my temper. Why does she always have to be so difficult?

She stares at me for a few seconds, fire in her eyes, before swiping her gym bag from the floor.

“Thanks for the ride,” she drops in a flat tone, opening the door and hopping out of my Jeep. “Oh, and make sure to take care of your dick tonight. It was hard as a rock against my leg a few minutes ago. Or was that just myemotions?” she adds before slamming the door and stalking away.

“Fuck!” I yell, beating my hands against the steering wheel.What did I just do?

ELEVEN

PHOEBE

“I can't believe this is happening,” I mutter as he peppers heated kisses onto my lips, across my cheeks, down to my neck. My body is covered in chills, and I’m only capable of speaking in a whisper. Euphoric is the only word that comes close to describing what I’m feeling as he worships my body with his mouth. We both know this is wrong. This taste of forbidden fruit could end in colossal damage for both of us, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. As selfish as it sounds, I’m doing this one thing for me, for us, because I know he craves this just as much as I do.

Time seems to stop as he starts sucking on my neck, speaking words of praise in between kisses.

“Phoebe… God, you taste so good.”

I know his rough kisses will leave a mark, but I don’t care. Right now, nothing matters but this moment between us. The tension has been building for months, and we finally allowed ourselves to give in tonight. I’m sure as hell not going to stop now that I have him.

“I want to taste you.” He stops kissing me to look me straight in the eyes. His gaze holds an unspoken question we both already know the answer to.

“Yes, please.” I look at him with confidence as I give him the green light to explore my body in the most intimate way. I want this. No, I need this more than life. If he stops now, I might literally die.

“Phoebe, I need you to be sure. This will change everything. We can’t come back from this.” Clearly, he’s fighting an internal battle, one we both know isn’t worth fighting. We’ve tried fighting it, but we lose every time.

“Do you want this?” I ask, turning the question back onto him, quirking an eyebrow as I wait for his answer.

He doesn't hesitate. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. It’s taking everything in me not to completely devour you right now.”

I’ve verbally given him my answer, but sometimes, actions speak louder than words. I grab his hand and slowly glide it down my smooth skin. Our hands move in unison over my chest, down my stomach, to the edge of my lace underwear. I want him to know that I want this just as much as he does. I need him to know how much I crave his touch. We look each other in the eyes as I slowly move our joined hands beneath my lacy thong. The feeling of his hand against my bare skin is breathtaking.

I’m soaking wet, and in a matter of seconds, he’ll know exactly how much his touch affects me, how much I want him. When our hands finally meet my slit, I slide his hand in between my folds. He looks at me with wide eyes, and I feel his dick twitch against my stomach the moment he realizes I’m dripping for him.

“Fuck, Phoebe. Tell me to stop. You have to tell me to stop. You are so fucking perfect, it hurts.” His pupils have dilated, and he’s looking at me with so much raw hunger, it makes my pussy clench in anticipation.

“The only thing I want you to do is stop overthinking. God, please don’t stop touching me.” As soon as the plea leaves my mouth, he finally stops fighting and lets go.

“Jesus, Phoebe. You’re going to be the death of me. I can’t stay away from you,” he says as he rips my panties off, literally tearing them from my body. The lace snaps as it breaks, but my skin is so feverish with want, I barely feel it.

He plants hurried kisses down my stomach and positions himself between my legs. He dips his head, inches away from kissing me in a place no other man has ever explored with their mouth. The anticipation is out of this world as I wait for him to absolutely end me.

I jolt from my sleep and sit up against my headboard. I’m covered in sweat, my heart beating out of my chest, and I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me. I reach between my legs, feeling slick evidence of the very real effects my dream had on me.

“Shit!” I curse as I stare at the ceiling, contemplating what my dream means. The reality hits me like a freight train. I’m sexually attracted to my coach: my much older, self-righteous, broody, sexy as hell, college softball coach. This can’t be happening.

I’m crushing hard on my coach, and his kiss did nothing but ignite the fire that’s been burning between us for weeks.

That kiss.Running the pads of my fingers along my lips,I can still feel his hungry mouth against mine. The feeling of his tongue dueling with mine was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’ve never kissed a man who took control like he did, knotting his fingers in my hair and sucking fervently on my neck. Luckily, I have full coverage foundation to hide the fresh hickey he left there. When I looked in the mirror last night, staring back at me was the image of a woman I’d never seen before. My hair had come loose from my ponytail, falling in luscious, golden waves around my face. My breasts were straining against my sports bra, my nipples peaked. My cheeks were flushed, my lips swollen from Knox’s nibbling and sucking.I looked beautiful.

Knox can act like our kiss didn't affect him as much as it did me, but I call bullshit. There was no hiding his groans of pleasure or the way his body mindlessly rocked into mine. Every time we broke our kiss for air, he would bring his mouth onto another part of my body, as if he couldn't get enough of me. When I finally crawled over into his lap, I audibly gasped when I felt his erection hard against my thigh - he definitely isn’t lacking in size.

God, just thinking about that kiss has my core throbbing with need. I went to bed aroused, in desperate need of an orgasm. I knew if I got myself off, it would be to thoughts of him. I decided to fight the temptation, but clearly, it didn’t work. My attraction to Knox is plainly unavoidable, even taunting me in my dreams. I need a release before I get out of bed, or today is going to be hell.

Taking a deep breath, I spread my legs and inch my hand down the valley of my stomach, slipping it underneath my sleep shorts and panties. I can feel my hard nipples straining against the cotton of my tank top. Once I reach my bare clit, I start to rub in a circular motion, instantly causing my hips to buck. I can’t help the small whimper that escapes me as an image of the most infuriating, beautiful man fills my mind. His raven black hair that I love so much is tousled from running his hands through it. I imagine what his toned body would look like naked, masculine and hard in all the right places. I wonder what it would feel like to mark every inch of his tanned skin with my lips. I think about how good his lips felt on my neck. My God, his mouth.

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