Page 4 of All Hallows' Rage
Caught.
I had been staring at his ass as practice went on, and at one point my hand slipped from his waist so I knew it felt as great as it looked. The warmth crept down my neck.
“I’m not.” He didn’t need me to clarify as he came closer, brushing against my nose, chest, and waist.
“No,” he said, his lips grazed mine. “You’re not.” Eli pulled me into him and without delay, I gave in to the kiss I’d been craving to take.
One turned to three when a soft laugh passed between us. My hands found his waist as he raked through my hair, and I walked him back. Grabbing his jaw, I tipped his head back and slid my tongue across his. Elijah’s back hit the door and it rattled with the thrust of my hips on his. He wanted to assume how undone he’d made me, but I was more than happy to prove it to him.
His teeth grazed my tongue before he bit down on my bottom lip. I pulled him in deeper, rocking against him and getting lost in the way his hand skimmed down my back. I could kiss this man for hours and still need more.
But . . . I couldn’t.
“Elijah,” I whispered as we broke away and came back, desperately trying to get more of each other. He hummed, but it bordered on a moan as his fingers traced under the waistband of my shorts. “Professional courtesies,” I tried, and failed, as I kept tasting him.
“Be damned,” he answered, moving his mouth across my jaw and down my neck. The sturdiness of the door was all that held me upright. Elijah’s hand circled my neck, and I wanted to come in my pants like a horny teenager. “You won’t fuck it up,” he promised with more faith in me than I had.
He squeezed gently and that delicious head rush stole all the words I wanted to say. His tongue traced the edge of my jaw, and I fought the pull to get lost in each other again. Time wasn’t on our side in this moment.
“You deserve more than making out in a janitor’s closet on the first day.” The roll of his hips in response brushed his cock against mine with no help from the thin material. Sexual frustration rose to a boiling point.
“Then kiss me in your bed.”
“Fucking Christ.” I moaned, defeated and desperate. He left me breathless as his tongue found mine. I was held captive and didn’t want to be freed.
I pressed both hands to the door and rested my forehead to his, panting and righting my world that he sent spinning.
“You want in my bed?” My nose brushed his as I dodged around his attempts to kiss me.
“Yes, I really,reallydo.”
“Then you’re going out with me first, next Friday.”
“This Saturday,” he countered, successfully nipping at my bottom lip.
“Okay, this Saturday then.” I pushed off the door, needing to put distance between us before I ruined his faith in not fucking shit up. I rested against the shelves, taking deep, calming breaths.
Light grew across the back wall as Elijah opened the door. He watched me, eyes roaming up and down my body only to linger on my dick as he grinned and walked down the annex. The door fell back into its frame, and I wiped my hands down my face as I came to terms with the past several minutes.
What the hell just happened?
A soft metallic click had me upright and panicked before I realized Lane stood in front of me. She, too, caught sight of the excitement and her eyebrow rose as she silently basked in her success. Her mouth opened, but I pushed off the shelves and palmed her face before any words fell out as I moved around her.
“Shut it.”
“I didn’t even say anything!” she called after me as I made a beeline for the locker room.
Practice was over for me. There was no way I’d be able to make it through another half hour without finding another dark place to sneak away with him. A cold shower called my name.
CHAPTER2
Matt
THE FIRST DATE, TWO YEARS EARLIER
I walkedthrough my living room for the third time and looked for anything out of place and in need of cleaning. I’d folded the blankets only three times before giving up and deciding it was good enough, but how many times has someone accidentally found a stray wrapper in the cushions? Not that I had cushions . . .
Let’s keep it simple and relaxed.
