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There’s this moment where everything goes still. The only thing I can hear is our heavy, harsh breathing as we not only look into each other's eyes but into our souls.
I know to the bottom of my core that everything is about to change. I’m just not sure if it’s going to be for the better or worse.
With his lip peeled back, chest heaving, Toby let’s out this feral sound from deep within his chest, and I know I’m fucked. There’s no getting away, but I don’t think I’d want to.
In a flash, his lips are on mine, fingers tangled in my hair in a painful grip. I don’t care, it makes me moan as his lips move savagely against mine. He sucks and nips at my lips before sliding his tongue into my mouth.
My arms go around his neck, my own fingers grabbing a handful of his hair. I pull and he growls against my lips, kissing me harder.
Removing his hand from my hair, he grabs me by my thighs, lifting me up and pushing me back against the locker with force.
I whimper when I feel his thick cock press against my aching core. My body is on fire, a blaze engulfing me in its flame so sweetly.
“Fucking hell, Lilly,” he groans against my lips, grinding his shaft against me. Is this really happening right now? Or is he about to tell me we need to stop and it’s a mistake? “You drive me so damn crazy. Every single thing about you. From the way that you chew on your lip when you're nervous, to that addicting way you laugh. There’s nothing about you that I don’t love. That I’m not obsessed with. In my eyes, you are fucking perfect.”
He kisses me again, making my mind go into a haze. I’m drunk off this feeling. Every part of me that’s touching him is like a live wire.
I’m shamelessly grinding against him, saying fuck you to any logical thinking. Someone could walk in right now and I wouldn’t care.
He rips his mouth away from mine again. I look at him, eyes half lidded, lips parted as I suck in shaky breaths. His eyes are wild, hungry, and lust filled for me.
Me. I’m making him feel this way. He loves me. He wants me.
He pins me against the locker with his hips, and grabs at my shirt. He pulls it up and over my head, tossing it to the side. “Fuuuuck,” he groans, his eyes locked on my black lace bra. My cheeks heat. This is the first time he’s seen me in my bra. Sure, my bikini covered less, but this is different. More intimate. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, freeing my breasts. He takes a moment to eye-fuck my tits before he leans down, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, shit,” I moan, closing my eyes as I arch into his touch. My hands grip at his hair harder, making him growl.
He sucks on my nipples a little before pulling back, letting go with a pop. “This is your one chance, Lilly.” His voice is husky and full of restraint. “One chance to tell me no. To walk out of here. Because the moment my lips are back on this breathtaking body, I’m not holding back. I will fucking consume you.”
The room is silent, except for our heavy breathing as I look him in the eye. His want for me shines too bright, and I’ve never felt more desired than in this moment.
This is my chance. To tell him to put me down, to say no. Not after the games he’s been playing with my heart.
But I’m human, and I’m in love. And when someone is in a moment like this, finally getting the person they’ve been pining after for years, it’s not so easy to say no. To step away from something that may never happen again. I don’t know what this will mean for us after; I don’t know if I’ll truly be his, or if things will crash and burn.
What I do know is I want Toby. And I don’t care how I get him.
So, I say nothing, giving him a small smile.
It slips away when he places me on my feet, my heart ready to drop down to my stomach as I wait for his rejection again.
Then my eyes widen as he drops to his knees before me. He pulls the zipper of my jeans down and then grips the waistband. In one harsh pull, he yanks them down my legs. I automatically step out of them, as well as my shoes, letting him toss them to the side.
He gets this smug look on his face to match his feral eyes as he grabs the thin strap of my g-string with both hands and pulls, hard, snapping it in half.
Oh my god, this is single-handedly the hottest moment of my life.
I’m breathing heavily, my legs shaking as I watch this sexy, tattooed hockey player on his knees for me.
“Just one taste,” he murmurs, parting my thighs. I bite my lower lip as I watch his pupils go pitch black at the sight of my pussy. He adjusts my position so that I’m leaning back against the locker, my hips pressing forward with one leg over his shoulder so he has room to lower his head between my legs.
His eyes never leave mine, like he wants to make sure I’m watching him taste me. There’s no way in hell I’d miss this. “This is a pretty pink pussy, Little Flower,” his voice thick with arousal. “I think I’ll keep it all to myself.”
Dear god, this man and his mouth. I have a feeling this is just the tip of the iceberg with him.
Okay, I lied, that's the hottest thing to ever happen to me.
What else don’t I know about Tobias Munro, because I’m starting to think it’s a lot more than I thought.
