Page 94 of Scrum Heat

She hesitates in the doorway, her silhouette soft in the faint hallway glow. Bare legs, a tiny ribbed tank that clings to her chest, shorts barely visible beneath the hem.

My throat goes dry.

“Hey,” she whispers. “I… can’t sleep. And I just…”

She cuts off, clears he throat, and looks around the room before focusing back on me.

“Is this okay?” she asks, her voice quiet.

I nod.

She steps fully inside, closing the door behind her with a softclick. The room shrinks with her in it.

I move over on the mattress, pulling back the covers without a word. She crosses the floor slowly—unhurried, unbothered, like this is something she’s done before.

It isn’t. At least not with me.

She slides into the bed beside me, settling close and positioning herself on her side so that she’s looking right at me.

I turn around too, facing her fully.

The dim light from the window catches her jaw, the curve of her cheekbone, the small scar above her brow. I take it all in: the pink flush to her lips, the steady rise and fall of her chest, the freckles I’ve never had the chance to count until now.

She’s so fucking beautiful it makes my chest hurt. She doesn’t belong in this room, in this bed, with someone like me; but she’s here anyway, and she’s looking at me like I’m something she wants.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she says.

I hum in response. What can I say? I know the feeling.

“I kept thinking about you,” she adds.

I blink.

“I can’t stop,” she admits, voice rougher now. “Not since the kiss. Not since… you touched me.”

I shift closer, just enough to feel her breath fan across my chin. Her scent rises—sweet, warm, andhungry.

“I don’t know what it is,” she whispers. “But it’s there. Every time I look at you. Every time you look at me.”

I reach out—slow, giving her time to stop me—and let my fingers rest against the side of her face. She doesn’t flinch: in fact, she leans into it.

“I want you,” she says, andfuck,what am I supposed to say, what am I supposed todowhen she’s here, in my bed, speaking to me likethat?

I can’t hold myself back anymore, and I close the gap between us.

There’s no hesitation in her response. Her mouth parts beneath mine, and a soft but needy noise escapes her throat. I slide my hand into her hair, twisting at the root, tilting her just enough to deepen it. Her body moves closer, her palm bracing against my bare chest as she sighs into the kiss.

She’s warm and desperate andfuck, she’s not eventryingto hold back. Her hand fists the sheet beside me and her leg slides over mine, thigh brushing my hip, pulling us closer until there’s nothing between us but skin and heat.

I groan, mouth dragging down her jaw to the sensitive spot under her ear.

“You sure?” I rasp.

“Yes,” she breathes, already chasing my mouth again. “God, yes.”

We kiss again, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. Her nails dig into my chest as she presses herself flush against me, and I feel every inch of her—her thighs, her waist, her hips grinding into mine.

I’m already hard. Have been since the moment she walked in and I saw her again.

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