Page 130 of Rule 1: Never Accidentally Marry Your Teammate
“Us.” My voice trembles, and his lips are right opposite me. They’re succulent and belong to him, and I don’t want to stare at them. I want...
I kiss him.
I don’t mean to. Not really, and he makes a gasp of surprise.
Evidently, kissing me now was the last thing he anticipated.
But then he tightens his grip around me and kisses me back. He cups my face in his hands, slick from sweat, and hesucks on each lip, sucks on my tongue. Our tongues move together desperately. I slide my hands over his body, because I don’t know if this is the last time I’ll feel him pressed against me. I tighten my grip on him, even though I shouldn’t kiss him.
This is all wrong.
I pull away, but my heart protests, the ache already unbearable, and I kiss him more, more, more. I turn him around, so I’m pressing him against the tunnel wall.
I need to feel him. Desperation gnaws through me. I want him. I crave him. I yearn for him. My cock swells against him, and I feel him harden.
God.
I want him to fuck me right now. Or I want to sink onto the ground and put him on my mouth. I want to feel him. I want us to be one again.
“We can go to the massage room.” The words slip from my mouth, and he stiffens.
I immediately wish I could claw the words back.
Finn pushes me away so suddenly that I stumble back.
And because I’m wearing fucking skates, I nearly fall at his feet.
He doesn’t notice.
He doesn’t meet my gaze. Instead, he faces the wall, as if he’s horrified our lips touched.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I-I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It’s okay,” Finn says finally between tightly clenched teeth.
“I’m really sorry,”I say again.
He grimaces and takes a deep breath. “We need to get out there.”
“I’m sorry,” I mumble. “I know you don’t care. I’m being...childish.”
“I care,” Finn says firmly. “Absolutely.”
I shake my head. “That’s what I thought. But I was wrong. I was silly... It felt like we were actually married.”
“And did you like it?” he asks carefully.
“No!”
Hurt floods Finn’s face, and he inhales sharply. “I thought you liked us together. I thought you liked coming home with me each night. I thought you liked our mornings together and our explorations of the city.”
“Not if it meant I woke up and discovered...” I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m fine. I’m sorry. Really.”
“Baby...”
“Don’t baby me,” I say. “You have no idea how it feels.”
“It feels painful, right?”
