Page 51 of The No Try Zone
“Xavier just left my table,” she says.
My brow pinches. “He looked fine an hour ago.”
“He was faking it. Says he couldn’t let you down after you’d just put him inside center.” She crosses her arms. “Is that true?”
“Close the door.” I don’t want anyone to hear this.
She turns, and my traitorous eyes feast on her while they can. She’s in her usual leggings and Granite PT scrub top. I’ve heard HR bemoaning her outfit, but there’s not much they can do about it. Our players show a hell of a lot more leg than she does.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, willing my attention away from Sam’s body.
The door closed, she turns to me. “What?” Her tone is defensive. “You angry that I’m calling you out on pushing a player too hard? Because I’m not about to apologize for that.”
I round the corner of my desk and sit on the edge. “I’m angry that you think you have any say in how I manage my team.”
Her eyes flash. “I see the things you don’t, Colin. I know which players are gritting through the pain –”
“Rugby isaboutpain, Sam. It’s about who can handle it better.”
“It’s barbaric.” She steps closer.
“It’s your job.”
“I’m only asking you to be aware of your players’ injuries,” she bites out, coming even closer.
I grip the edge of my desk. She’s too close. She smells fucking incredible and today’s been so good, and –
“To not run them so hard when we still have two months before the season opener,” she continues.
“Don’t tell me how to run my team,” I growl.Don’t come closer, my body begs.
“I’ll tell you whatever I want,” she snaps, her cheeks and neck flushing with anger.
God, she looks incredible. Furious and filled with righteous indignation. It’s too much, and I snap. The words are out before I can stop them. “Fuck it.”
Chapter18
Colin
Her eyes widen as I yank her to me. Her body stiffens for a half-second, then goes pliant beneath my hands. When I angle my lips over hers, she doesn’t fight it.
Thankfuck.
I take her. I claim that smart mouth like it’s mine, licking into it, delivering a punishing kiss that only makes both of us groan.
Her hands fly up my shirt. “Off,” she commands.
I don’t hesitate, pulling away to yank it over my head. “Yours, too.”
Her shirt is gone in a millisecond, revealing a black sports bra. Quite possibly the same one she wore on our run. The one I’ve spent far more time thinking about than I’d like to admit.
I yank her to me as she jumps into my arms, and I walk us to the couch that I’ve fantasized about laying her out on. I do just that, settling her down without breaking our kiss, angling my hips up to allow her the access she wants.
I kiss her jaw as she undoes my pants, nipping at her earlobe and letting out a soft groan as she pushes her hand into my boxers.
She’s practically vibrating beneath me, fraying every last bit of control I have. “Need,” she gasps.
I kiss my way down her neck and shove the sports bra up, knowing it’s probably uncomfortable and unable to care. Fuck me, her breasts. I latch onto a nipple, feeling it tighten beneath my tongue as I palm the other one. They’re perfect. Fucking perfect.
