Page 143 of Through the Flames
I had never felt so connected to someone or so completely consumed. It was as if the world had narrowed to the curve of his arm, the strength of his gaze, and the pull of his presence, and I was precisely where I was meant to be.
Forty Three
Hunter
The rush of our win still buzzed through my chest long after the final whistle. My hands itched to move, and my jaw tightened. The adrenaline was so thick I couldn’t sit still.
Every fiber of me was wired on the energy of the game and of her.
I’d basically yanked her out of my truck once we got home, throwing her over my shoulder, her giggles making my chest almost explode with warmth. The door slammed behind us, and I tossed my bag into the corner without care.
There was this raw, desperate need ever since the moment I’d jumped on the banister for her.
“Well, someone’s a bit pent-up there,” she drawled, half amused, half breathless. “You planning on tackling me too?”
I gritted my teeth, a feral desire spreading through my veins. “If you don’t behave, yeah.”
Her hands landed on my butt, grabbing a teasing handful, testing my limits. “Oh, so this is about behavior now?”
“No,” I growled, delivering a sharp slap to her ass before she could run her mouth again. “This is me taking what’s mine.”
“Heard that before,” she quipped, teasing like she knew exactly what she was doing. “Just don’t make it boring this time.”
Fuck me, my girl knew how to push my buttons. Without saying a word, I slid her down my front — there was no way we were making it to the bedroom — my fingers digging into the back of her thighs.
My mouth found hers: sharp and demanding with a raw intensity.
I pushed her back, the drywall trembling as she smacked against it. My fingers dug into her flesh, staking my claim.
“God, you’re impossible,” she breathed against my lips, laughter slipping through even as her fingers tangled in my hair.
“And you love it,” I growled, pressing closer, letting her feel the fire threatening to explode out of my chest. “You always do.”
Her smirk faded into something hotter, sharper.
“Maybe I do,” she whispered, running a teasing finger over my collarbone. “Maybe I don’t. You’ll have to earn it.”
I flashed her a sharp, dangerous smile even as goosebumps erupted across my body, then ripped my shirt off in one motion and tossed it aside.
“I already did,” I murmured against her neck, tracing the line of her jaw with my lips. “I earned every inch.”
Every brush of skin, every grip of my hands, and every heartbeat screamed the same thing.I hadn’t played for the crowd. I played for her. Always.
And tonight, she’d feel exactly what that meant.
“Oh yeah?” Fire was dancing in her eyes, the sparks almost palpable, and I felt heat licking up my spine. “Prove it.”
My girl wanted to play, did she?
Chuckling darkly, I slammed my mouth on hers.
It started like punishment.Teeth, tongue, zero patience. But she returned my feral need with fiery passion, tempting the fucking beast inside of me.
Her hands fisted in my hair, nails dragging over my scalp, the pain so delicious, a savage growl rumbled through my chest. When she bit my lip, I grabbed her wrists, slamming them above her head without breaking the kiss.
“Adorable,” I murmured against my mouth. “You really thought you were running this?”
She was breathless but still managed to sass, “I was doing a damn good job.”
