Page 27 of Overtime
I come apart a second later, pressing my hand to the glass as I try to keep my balance through the wave of white lightning that speeds through my nerve endings. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me back up against his body, whispering in my ear about how good and perfect I am over and over. Breaking the rules we just set. But I don’t care.
“I love the way you sound when you come. It’s one of my favorite things in the world.” He turns me around as he says the words, studying me. He takes my hand a second later, kissing my wrist and then opening my palm up and kissing it too before he trails his tongue over my fingers.
“Right up there with how you taste.”
My lashes flutter as I bring my eyes up to his, trying to catch my breath and my sanity again. I feel sated and devoid of it all at the same time because I want this man to wreck me. Take me and have his way with me any way he wants, however and whenever that is. And right now, I desperately want to make him come the same way I just did. But then I remember I can’t touch him, and he shouldn’t be touching me right now either.
“Cheating,” I whisper.
“Well, if I’m already in trouble for it then I might as well use that to my advantage.” He smiles at me and threads his fingers with mine. “Come on. We better explore some or Ben and Violet are going to be suspicious.”
I tighten my fingers around his and smile. The way he can talk to me like that one second and then hold my hand like we’re at the fairgrounds the next makes my heart do something that feels suspiciously like palpitations.
FOURTEEN
Joss
After the aquarium incident,I decide the sooner I get these photos out of the way the better. It’d be a quick in-and-out affair. He offered to do it after this week’s game, so I took it.
I watch Harper and Alex walk off together after the game as I make my way toward Colt, and I feel that little flicker of jealousy that I sometimes do when I watch Ben and Violet. Seeing them all together, so freaking happy and sweet and in love. It makes me wish I was capable of it. That I could fall for someone hard and feel all the butterflies and heart palpitations it must cause. Think about futures and houses and wedding dresses. But it just isn’t for me.
What is for me, however, is the way looking at Colton St. George makes me desperate to be thrown up against a wall and fucked hard. He could do it too—with that height and those arms. Standing there after a game he won, watching me as I cross the lot to his side. I hear fans calling for him behind me and when I get closer, I raise an eyebrow.
“Not going to go sign some things?” I ask.
“I didn’t think you’d want to wait, and I assumed your tolerance for all things football is probably dangerously close to having expired for the day.”
“It expired the moment I walked into the stadium but was slightly renewed by watching you play. Harper’s right about that much. Your asses do look good in those tight little pants you wear.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “You willing to wait a few minutes?”
“Yeah, go ahead. I’ll stay back here though. Don’t want them getting ideas about us standing together.”
“Can’t have that.”
I watch for a few minutes while Colt greets his fans and signs jerseys, posing for photos and generally keeping everyone happy and entertained as I hear laughter float across the parking lot. When he returns there’s almost a skip in his step, and I can’t help the smile that comes to my face when I see his boyish grin.
“Loving the fame then?” I ask, leaning up against the column of the parking garage.
“Less the fame, and more that people are excited about the team and how things are going. The whole city comes alive when we’re doing well. It’s a nice feeling.”
“I bet.” I look him over.
“You ready to strip for me then?”
“Depends. You ready to strip for me?” I raise an eyebrow in return.
“You first.”
* * *
When we getto his house, I’m a gaping mess as we walk in the door because it’s massive. I expected some sort of penthouse suite or a fancy condo. I wasn’t expecting this sprawling mansion for a single guy. But then this is Colt we’re talking about, and he’s probably planning ahead for his future like a responsible adult. And if he’s the monk everyone keeps making him out to be, it makes sense he doesn’t have a bachelor pad in the middle of the city.
Still though, it’s a lot to take in and reminds me of the massive gulf between us. The aging apartment Violet and I lived in at his age compared to this place reminds me of how different our lives have gone.
“This is insane. Do you just get lost in here sometimes? Take a wrong turn and forget how to get back to your kitchen.”
“No, I’m pretty used to it by now.”
