Page 98 of The Offside Rule
I shoved lightly at his chest. “You can’t be in here.”
“Probably not.”
“My dad is down the hall,” I warned.
“I know,” he replied, but the heat in his eyes right now said he didn’t care.
“Wren could walk in.” I thought it would help my warning.
“I know that too,” he replied without a care.
“Are you feeling okay? Because you’re a little too calm about us,” I said.
He stepped closer, crowding me back against the shelves. Clean towels pressed into my spine. His hand settled beside my head, caging me in without touching anywhere he shouldn’t.
“It’s because all I can think about is making you come again,” he said, voice low. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning, and I know I should be thinking of consequences, but being with you seems more important right now.”
My breath caught. A voice sounded in the treatment room. We froze. Wren laughed at something Dr. Patel said, close enough that my heart tried to leave my body. Hunter’s hand moved to my hip. Warm through my scrubs, his thumb brushing once like he couldn’t help himself.
“We should stop,” I whispered, even if I hadn’t meant to say those words. I wanted his mouth on me.
“Yeah.”
Neither of us moved.
“You said you wanted five minutes,” I reminded him.
His eyes lifted to mine. “I only need one.”
I kissed him. It was a terrible idea. I knew that before my mouth touched his. Then his hand slid into my hair, and terrible became irrelevant as our mouths entwined and our tongues lashed and danced hungrily. Hunter kissed me like he had been holding back all day, which made it hotter because I could feel everything he wasn’t letting himself do. My fingers curled into his shirt, and I pulled him closer even though we were one bad footstep away from disaster. His mouth moved to my jaw, then my neck.
“Hunter,” I breathed.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, and he dipped his finger into the band of my scrubs and then into my panties. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
I moaned.
“Hush. I’m going to get you off, but you can’t scream,” he warned.
I nodded because I was lost to him. Any rational thought left me as his thumb drew circles on my clit. His finger pumped inside me. His breathing was heavy. “You feel so damn good. So slick for me,” he whispered against my ear.
I let out a small moan, and then he put another finger inside me. “It’s too much.”
“You can take it, baby. Come for me,” he said, and then he buried his face in my neck. All I felt was his breath against the damp skin at my nape and his fingers working me over. I was clenching around him.
“So close,” I warned.
“That’s it. I feel you squeezing my fingers. I can’t wait until I earn having my cock inside you,” he said, and that’s all it took for me to fall over the edge. My legs gave out, and he held me, supporting me while he dragged out my orgasm by rubbing his thumb in glorious circles on my clit while his fingers pumped inside me. I was a mess. I bit into his shoulder to keep myself from screaming. Then he held me until I caught my breath and opened my eyes. When I did, he kissed my lips, looked me in the eyes, and sucked on his fingers.
“This will have to hold me over until tonight,” he said.
I was a mess. I could barely formulate a sentence.
“I want to take care of you.” I was about to drop to my knees when he stopped me.
“We’ve been in here long enough. I’ll leave first so you can catch your breath,” he said. Then he kissed my forehead.
A sound came from the hall. Hunter opened the door a crack, checked outside, then looked back at me. His eyes were still dark. Mine probably looked worse. He winked at me and slipped out with a towel he didn’t need. I was in deep trouble.I had never had this kind of chemistry with a man before. I waited thirty seconds, fixed my hair, and walked back into the treatment room pretending I hadn’t just made out with my father’s captain beside a shelf of clean linens.
