Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,14

thrill of the chase,” he said. “I don’t care what I have to do or how long it takes…I’m gonna make you mine again.”

I pressed against the wall, surrounded by muscle, dimples, his desire.

The reckless heat inside my core pooled too low, too fast, too demanding. The shower stung hard—fat, hot drops that delighted me with every prickle of the water.

If only it were cold.

Something to dull this ache.

Something to distract me from his lips, the shadow of his abs, the danger below.

We couldn’t be here, doing this, showering together, being so damn close in the middle of the locker room. If anyone saw…if anyone knew…

It wouldn’t be as bad as the photos I stole, but it’d be more of a scandal than either of us could handle.

I called his bluff. “You can’t want me that badly, Charming.”

His smile was cute. “I do.”

“It’s not going to happen. We need a little restraint.”

“I just need to touch you again.”

“But that would make this worse.”

“True…” His voice lowered, something husky but playful. “Better let me kiss you too.”

I saw where this was heading, and I wished it hadn’t twisted me in all the right places.

“Still a bad idea,” I said.

“Yeah. You’re right.” He leaned too close, whispering in my ear. “What can I do to change your mind?”

“Nothing.”

“You sure?” His words warmed. “What if I promise to be good—just have a little taste?”

There wasn’t enough soap in the locker room to un-dirty this man. “Why would I let you do that?”

“A good deed is its own reward.” Lachlan’s breathing became a growl. “Because I want to bury my face in that slit, haul you against the wall, and drink every drop of your pleasure.”

My mouth dried.

It shouldn’t have tempted me.

“But you’ve already done that,” I said. “Didn’t get your fill in Vegas?”

“I didn’t fill nearly enough of you. Let me do it again.”

I shook my head, amazed by his confidence. “Is this how it always is with you? You make a demand, and, because you’re Lachlan Reed, you get whatever you want? Is anything ever denied to you?”

“Nope.” At least he was honest. “It’s great, isn’t it?”

Lachlan’s smile dizzied me. I ignored the goose bumps chasing his stare. The shiver felt good, but I ducked into the shower to banish it.

“You know how much fun we could have together,” he said.

“Too much fun.”

“Never enough.”

His fingers brushed my chin. I shouldn’t have let him tip my head back. I shouldn’t have fluttered my eyes closed.

I shouldn’t have let his lips touch mine.

I never believed in fairy tales, and it wasn’t my finger about to get pinched by a prick. But a kiss like his? That sweetness was pure magic.

Every nibble of his mouth wove secret shivers through me, in me, around me. The shudder bound me to him, shackles of desire that trapped me within the prince’s charms. I parted my lips to gasp. A good and bad idea. Lachlan flicked his tongue over mine, drawing a quiet whimper from me.

He liked that. His kiss traced over my chin, my neck. He bit, and I sucked in a breath before I revealed just how many naughty memories resurfaced because of his teasing.

Most of Vegas remained a hazy, steamy blur, but his hands, touch, kiss was familiar enough.

“What about your interview?” I whispered.

“Hard to talk with my mouth full.”

He pushed me against the wall. I stilled as his kiss traveled lower.

The water pounded on the tiles, muffling my panted breaths. If I wasn’t careful, Lachlan might have dropped to his knees right then and there, in the middle of the showers, where anyone could see.

But he got off on that adrenaline rush—that risk. His cock hardened more, and his fist pumped that delicious length.

“What if someone walks in?” I shook my head.

“What if they don’t?”

“If we get caught—”

Lachlan interrupted, the sea-foam green of his eyes turbulent in the steamy mist. “I have to taste you, Red. I have to fuck you, again and again. I’ll prove how much I want you.”

“How?”

“Same way I did before.”

I perked an eyebrow. “I don’t remember what we did before.”

“Perfect…” His voice roughened. “I get to make my first impression twice. And, if you’re a good girl, maybe three or four times.”

“You’re awfully confident.”

“Give me thirty seconds.”

“Thirty seconds.”

“That’s all I’ll need to make you scream my name.”

“Twenty-nine.”

Lachlan frowned. “What?”

I bit my lip. “Twenty-eight seconds, Charming. You’re losing your window.”

“Fuck me.”

“Not in twenty-seven seconds.”

Speed was one of the perks of a professional football player.

Also accuracy.

Strength.

Dedication.

Lachlan sunk to his knees and