Page 60 of The Break Down

No.I need more.

I’m practically vibrating out of my seat with need. And nothing about this makes sense.

We started as enemies. Then it was more. Some banter. Just a harmless flirtation. A little heat on the sidelines. Fun and teasing and no attachments.

But now?

Now thoughts of Koa consume me night and day.

It’s not just the possibility of good sex, either.

It’s him.

His scowls.

His stupidly rare smiles.

His dry, wicked humor.

The way he looks at me.

Like he already knows what color I blush when he says something filthy, and he can’t wait to say something more.

He can be so damn alpha. So dominant and sexy and hot.

He’s ambitious and a wonderful leader. His teammates trust him. On the field and off.

They look up to him. And I admire that.

But there’s another side to him, too. A side that’s vulnerable and sweet.

And maybe just for me.

I want to lick him from head to toe and slap a sticker on his chest that saysMINE.

He shifts in his seat, flexing one thigh. His shorts are riding high on his legs, and I catch a glimpse of beautifully scrolled ink.

I let out a little noise.

Nothing major.

Just a breathy, strangled littlemmmphthat absolutely betrays the war zone going on in my pants.

He hears it.

Of course he does.

His hand tightens on the wheel. His jaw ticks.

Fuck.

That’s it. I can’t do this anymore.

I turn to him, heart racing, skin flushed, voice barely a whisper, but firm as hell.

“Koa?”

He glances at me, eyes flicking over my face like he’s afraid this is another goodbye.

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