Page 17 of Playing By The Rules

“No, I’m no—” I can barely get the full word out when he’s dipping his head, skimming his nose along the side of my face. A gasp leaves me and I close my eyes, overwhelmed by his nearness. The way he’s—smelling me.

It’s almost primal, his behavior. I swear I can feel his restraint. How he’s holding himself back from unleashing all over me and I open my eyes to find him staring straight into them, anger filling his gaze.

“You are,” he says accusingly. “And it’s working, Blair.”

Everything inside me goes loose and shaky at the way he says my name. He’s so close. Kissing close. I stare at his lips, how full the lower one is. It’s plump and perfect and I’m tempted to bite it.

I don’t though. I don’t have the nerve. I’m not as brave as he thinks.

“It wouldn’t bother you if you didn’t care.” Giving in, I reach out, drifting my fingers down the front of his chest, his heat seeping through the fabric of his T-shirt. He’s so hard. I’ve seen him without his shirt on, but it’s been a while, and I’ve certainly never touched his naked chest.

I want to. Badly.

“You think I don’t care?”

“You basically said that to me earlier.” I lift my gaze to his, not daring to look away.

“I never said I didn’t care. I said Icouldn’t.Big difference.” He leans in again, his mouth at my ear, his hot breath blowing across my skin and making me shiver. “I care too fucking much. That’s my problem. I’m pretty sure you’re going to be the death of me.”

We don’t move, our heavy breaths mingling, my heart beating so loud, I’m positive he can hear it. I can’t believe this is happening. I want him to kiss me. I want his hands all over me and if he said he wanted to fuck me in this not-so-sterile bathroom, I’d say yes.

I would. I wouldn’t even hesitate.

“Are you going to stay away from me?” he finally asks.

I slowly shake my head. “No.”

A frustrated breath leaves him, and he slowly backs away, almost reluctantly. “That’s too bad. I don’t know if I can be responsible for what happens if you keep coming around.”

I smile at him, savoring the power currently sweeping over me. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

SIX

CAM

“Hey,what are you doing right now?” Knox asks me when we’re in the locker room, getting ready to leave after practice.

“Uh, going home with you? You are my ride, after all,” I remind him.

“Right. Well, what if I told you I could get us a homecooked dinner tonight?” Knox grabs his duffel and slams the locker door with a loud clang.

“I’d say I’m down. Who’s making it?” If this is his new girlie or whatever she is to him, then she’s a smart woman because there is no quicker way to Knox’s—and my—heart than our stomachs. We love to eat.

And we get real sick of the fast-food places around here. We try to make our own meals, but sometimes, fine, most of the time, that’s a complete pain in the ass.

“My sister. Weirdest thing. Blair texted me earlier and said she missed cooking, so I, of course, suggested she make us something and she was like, ‘I’ll have your dinner ready by the time you come home from practice.’” Knox shakes his head, smiling. “Just like my mom used to do.”

Fucking Blair. She’s a sneaky one. “What is she making?”

“Homemade chicken tenders, french fries and a salad.” Knox slings his duffel across his shoulder, rubbing his hands together. “My mom’s special recipe she used to make us all the time when we were little. You’re gonna love it.”

“Sounds delicious.” My voice is hollow and I can’t lie.

I’m filled with anticipation. I get to see Blair tonight.

She knew what this would do. She’s not making dinner for Knox. I may sound like an asshole but…

Blair is making that dinner for me.

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