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I shove my hands in my pockets and stride across the turf toward the tunnel. It’s going to take her longer to get there, but it’ll give me a minute to clear my head. To take a deep breath and think this through.
Ineedto think this through.
I nod toward the security guard waiting near the locker room, and I pace back and forth over the concrete floor.
Lacey wore that jersey to get a rise out of me. I know her; she’s playing a game. I don’t know what the end result is going to be, but she’s trying to push my buttons, and I hate that it’s working.
“Hey.” Lacey runs up and clutches her side. “Are you okay? Is it a panic attack? What can I do to help?”
That jealousy goes away. The roar in my chest settles, and I blink at her.
“No. It’s not that.” I pull her into a supply closet and close the door behind us. I turn on the small overhead light and stare at her. “Why are you wearing Dallas’ jersey when you’re supposed to be dating me?”
“Oh.” She laughs, but it’s feeble. Strangled and nervous, I think. “Um. I don’t have a Titans jersey. I thought I should get one.”
I hum and take a step closer to her. Her back connects with the shelving unit behind her, and the boxes on the shelves rattle. She watches me, but I don’t back down.
“Interesting. And this was a sudden change of heart?” I ask. “A spur-of-the-moment decision?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m just trying to be a supportive fan.”
“So it wasn’t to piss me off? To see how I’d react?” I put my hands on either side of her head and cage her in. “A way to get me to remind you that you’re mine?”
“Am I yours?” she asks. She reaches out and grabs my shirt, her gaze meeting mine. “I’m not sure that I am.”
My eyes bounces to her mouth.Fuck, I want those lips around my cock. I want to kiss her. I want to hear what kind of sounds she makes. I want to drop to my knees and bury my head and tongue between her legs. I need to walk away from her because I’m six seconds from acting on these lowered inhibitions, and that would get me in serious trouble.
I’m not allowed to want her, but I do anyway.
“Lacey,” I croak. My right hand curls into a fist, and it takes every ounce of self-control to pull away from her.
“Do it,” she whispers, and she lifts her chin in a dare. “I know you want to. I want you to, too.”
She’s taunting me, showing off something I can’t have when all I want is just a taste. The smallest bite, then I’ll be satisfied. I’ll be good. I won’t ask for anything else.
I grab her by the belt loops of her jeans. I tug her into my chest and cradle her cheek with my hand. I tilt her head back so I can look at her, and she’s smiling at me.
“You make it impossible to stay away,” I say.
“So don’t,” she says, and the challenge hangs heavy in the air between us.
“Fuck it,” I ground out, then I bend down and crash my mouth against hers.
It’s even better than the first time.
Lacey’s lips are soft, like little clouds I could curl up and fall asleep on. They’re warm, too, the cold from outside reaching every inch of her except for her mouth. My hand drops to her neck and I hold her there, my thumb at the hollow of her throat, so she can’t escape.
She moans, and I swallow the sound down. Hearing her want this, wantme, makes me greedy. Selfish. Out of my mind with lust and need. I want her so fucking bad. I convey that through the press of my lips to her cheek. To just below her ear and the space underneath her turtleneck I find when I pull her collar down, on a desperate quest for more of her. My tongue runs up her throat and she makes a noise that’s so sexy, I want to get her to make it again.
“Shawn,” she whispers, and my name is a plea. She arches her back and wraps her arms around my neck, in no hurry to break our contact.
I scoop her up under her thighs and walk us backward until I find a solid wall. Her legs settle around my waist and her heels press into my lower back, a fire kindling at the base of my spine.
I’m hard as hell, and I don’t try to hide it from her. She must be able to tell because she rolls her hips and grinds into me in a way that makes me see stars. I lose myself in her for the quickest of seconds, thrusting up into her, over her jeans, like I couldreallymake her mine.
Fuck,I was so wrong.
I’m nowhere close to being satisfied.
