Page 49 of The Break Down

He cages me against the wall in the narrow hallway, one arm on either side of my shoulders, heat rolling off him like waves.

His eyes are dark, locked on mine.

"You good?" I breathe, excitement burning through me like fire.

“I am now.” He nods. But that’s not what he came here for.

He presses his mouth to mine. It’s hot, urgent, and over too quickly.

We’re not alone, and he’s a public figure.

I worry that Dane,his coach, won’t like it.

That Mitchell Knight,the team’s owner and technically my boss, won’t like it.

But none of them matter when I’m in Koa’s arms like this. The entire world just seems to fall away. And I am so fine with that.

"You came to see me play," he says, voice low, like he’s saying something dangerous. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The whole game. Every second.”

I swallow hard. “Well, you came back hard today, Koa. Really, it was incredible to watch.”

His jaw clenches.

“Saying things like that will get a good girl like you fucked, Red. Careful.”

“Why would I want to be careful?” I whispered, catching his bottom lip between my teeth and tugging him to me and driving my tongue into his mouth.

He lets me in immediately, kissing me back with a hunger that mirrors my own.

With a rumbling growl, my sexynumber eightpulls back with a few loud smacking kisses. And heat, almost overwhelming, fills my veins, boiling my blood.

I am so needy for him.

“All I want to do is drag you back to that locker room and fuck you until you forget how to use that wicked mouth of yours.”

Oh.

Good idea.

My thighs press together instinctively.

His gaze drops, clocking it instantly. “That’s what I thought.”

“Koa,” I whisper, heat flooding my cheeks.

“I won’t. Not here. Someone could walk in. See us.”

“Let them,” I say before I can stop myself.

He leans in, his lips brushing my ear.

“Can’t do that, Red. Anyone else sees you, I can’t guarantee they will keep their eyesight for long afterwards. But know this, I’m not playing games when I say you’re mine.”

I suck in a shaky breath.

The last few days with him have been… incredible.

We’ve walked through street markets, drunk coffee so strong it practically slapped us, ate crawfish and beignets, and kissed under a balcony while jazz floated down from above.

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