FAIR CATCH SNEAK PEEK
Hands.
Big, strong, demanding hands.
Big, strong, demanding hands everywhere.
In my hair as he pulled my mouth to his, as he inhaled that next kiss like a man who’d been underwater for years and I was the surface. Gripping my throat as he kissed me harder, like he didn’t know if he wanted to choke me or worship me. Running the length of my body, down my ribs and over my hips until he cupped my ass and lifted me effortlessly.
I was a symphony of breaths and moans as he carried me blindly through the dorm, kicking my bedroom door open with his foot. My next breath was cut short as I was pinned against the wall, and his possessive kiss crawled over my jaw, down my neck, until he nipped at my collarbone and I arched into him, silently begging for more.
Warning bells hissed like the shake of a rattlesnake tail, some far-off voice trying desperately to break through the ecstasy and remind me that this was Zeke unraveling me with every touch.
This was Zeke, my brother’s best friend.
Zeke, my teammate, my roommate.
Zeke — whom I hate, whom I wish had never been born, whom I blame for ruining my brother’s life.
And yet the harder he gripped me, the more he kissed me? The less I could hold onto anything other than the desire to have him inside me.
He dropped my feet to the ground, his hands leaving me only long enough to reach behind his neck and rip his damp shirt off.
“I wanted to kill him,” he seethed, his next breath rippling over his taut chest, his ribs, the mountains and valleys of muscles lining his abdomen. He kissed me again, hand wrapping around my throat and tilting my jaw up until I whimpered into his mouth. “I wanted to fucking murder him, Riley.”
“Why?” I breathed.
He shook his head, his forehead against mine as he licked his lips. “Because I am scarred by the fire you started in me. Because you have reduced me to fucking ashes.”
His hands slid under my shirt, warm and all-encompassing as his fingertips splayed the width of my rib cage, taking the fabric up, up, up, until he peeled it off me completely.
“Because I ache for you,” he breathed against my lips next. “And I’ll end anyone who touches what’s mine.”
His lips brushed mine in the briefest, most punishing kiss before his hands were on my waist, and he spun me, my own hands flying out to catch myself against the wall. He bit the back of my neck as I arched into him, heat pooling between my thighs, my nipples so peaked and ready they ached.
“I’m not yours,” I managed on a breath as he kissed his way across my shoulders.
He laughed — not in a humorous way, but in a dark, terrifying manner that made me shiver as he stripped my sports bra off me next. He leaned into me from behind, and I sucked in a breath at the feeling of his hard-on against my ass before he pulled back just enough to slip his thumbs under the band of my shorts.
“That so?” he murmured in my ear, tongue skating over the lobe before everything trailed down. His hands, pulling my shorts with them. His tongue, licking a line of fire down my spine, his heated voice as he growled against my hip bone. “So… you want me to stop?”
My shorts hit the ground by my ankles, and his fingers walked a lazy line over the hem of my boy shorts, tracing the curve of my ass.
I couldn’t speak.
I tried, racking my brain for some smart-ass remark or some way to combat his cocky declaration that I belonged to him.
But when those fingers glided between my legs from behind, when they slid along the wet, thin fabric separating us, all I could do was gasp.
“You want me to stop touching you?” he goaded, running that treacherous finger along my seam as I shook and held onto the wall for dear life. “You want me to stop… tasting you?”
His tongue ran hot and flat along the back of my thigh, the tip of it just barely lashing where I wanted him most before the sensation was gone.
“You want me to leave?” he husked, and he peeled my panties off slowly, taking his time as he guided the fabric over my ass, down my thighs, to my knees before he let them drop to join my shorts.
I was breathing so hard you’d have thought I had just run the length of the field, my fingers clawing at the unforgiving wall, eyes fluttering shut as I focused on the heat of his breath against my aching core.
He crawled back up my body, kissing and sucking and biting over my ass, my hips, my spine, my shoulder, until his lips were at my ear.
“Tell me,” he challenged, and just the sound of his voice, of his breath in the shell of my ear had me shivering and panting and arching so I could feel him against me once more. “Tell me you hate me, Riley.”
“I hate you,” I whispered, but still, I ground my ass against him, biting my lip when he held back a groan of his own at the feel of me against his hard-on.
“You do?” he teased, sucking my earlobe between his teeth as his hand slid down the length of me, and I whimpered when that hand slipped between my legs, his warm finger gliding along my wet, throbbing center.
My entire body trembled, so much so that his free hand wrapped around my waist to hold me steady.
“I do,” I answered, glancing over my shoulder to meet his gaze. His eyes were focused on my lips as I said, “But I don’t want you to stop touching me.”
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