Page 7 of Offside Possession

The moment her hands touched my chest, bunching the material of the henley I was wearing, it felt like gas being tossed onto a bonfire after the short but electric, sexually-charged ride home. Our lips crashed together, teeth scraped, and tongues dueled just before I picked her up, my hands cupping her ass cheeks and pressing her against the front door I had just shut.

It was like we were starving and couldn’t get enough. Oxygen be damned.

I pulled away first, ragged for air, which was unusual for me. I could skate for hours before my lungs burned. Wait a minute, before we do this. I pressed my forehead against hers.

“We should have rules,” I managed to spit out.

“Rules?” My cock wept at the tinge of a whine in her voice. My troublemaker was ready to go, and there I was, like a fucking idiot, saying we needed rules.

“Rules,” I begrudgingly repeated. My dick wanted to kick my ass. “Just so we’re, you know…” My words drifted to nothing as my lips touched hers in a small, sweet kiss.

One of those simple, easy, full-of-familiarity type of kisses I usually avoided, but with her, I wanted a lifetime of them. Lifetime? Shit, I wanted everything with my troublemaker.

“Not complicated?” she guessed, and my eyes caught on hers. Fuck, those pretty, sea-glass green eyes were so captivating they made me lose my train of thought. What the hell was I saying again?

“No names,” she whispered, setting a rule I wasn’t expecting. “At least not tonight. If… if the universe wants us to meet again, then…”

“We will,” I filled in, too impatient. The universe would definitely bring us back together. I would make it so. She nodded, then her hooded gaze moved to my mouth.

“One night,” she added, and it cost me everything not to flinch. My gut tied into knots at the thought of only having her one night. So, instead of outright agreeing, I grunted. “Handsome,” she whispered. Her eyes searched mine, and I knew she was onto me. But I couldn’t give her what she wanted. I couldn’t promise her that.

“Shh, I promised you a ride, troublemaker. I don’t break my promises,” I growled, pulling her away from the wall. The sound of her pleasurable gasp went straight through me like a fucking shot of aged whiskey. “Fuck, you feel good in my hands.”

“Do I?” Her hands stroked my shoulders and moved to my face.

In the very next beat, her lips touched mine and my fingers dug into her butt cheeks as we kissed, hot and heavy and completely out of control. All I wanted to do was find the nearest flat surface and rip her clothes off before burying myself deep inside her wet heat.

But I didn’t.

Somehow, I found enough self-restraint to let my lips move away from hers and drop to her neck.

“Handsome,” she moaned sweetly, giving me more access to her neck. I smiled against her flesh because she might want one night with no names, but her body was telling me everything I needed to know.

“You like that, don’t you, troublemaker?” I asked as I continued to lick and nibble at her sensitive flesh.

“Fuck, yes,” she groaned, and the rules were immediately tossed out the window.

With purposeful steps, I made my way through the living room, taking two steps at a time up the stairs and directly to my room, a place I never took the women I brought back here. If I ever had someone over, I fucked them on the couch or in a guest room.

My bedroom was my space, but for whatever godforsaken reason, I was a goddamn goner for her, breaking rules she didn’t know existed. I kicked the door shut behind me, never more thankful for the curtains I’d left open so I could see her beautiful face under the moonlight.

“Fucking beautiful,” I mumbled before setting her down on the ground, making sure her body brushed against mine. I didn’t want her to have an inkling of a doubt of exactly what kind of hard ride she was about to get. She stared up at me with those gorgeous green eyes, her hands on my chest as if she needed me to steady her, and I swear whatever walls I had built around my heart cracked open.

“Change your mind, troublemaker?” I asked, brushing a tendril of hair behind her ear. She shook her head and, with a devilish little grin, reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up.

“Last one naked is a rotten egg, handsome.” I barked a laugh.

The two of us were like crazy kids disrobing, articles of clothes tossed behind us until we were in nothing but our birthday suits. For a long moment, we just stared at one another.

She was like the Eighth Wonder of the World to me. I’d never seen anyone or anything prettier in my whole existence. Soft feminine curves, smooth olive-toned skin that seemed to have a warm golden hue.

“Holy shit, handsome,” she rasped, breaking the silence between us. “You’re like…” She licked her lips. “Wow.” Her eyes moved down my chest to my cock. The impatient fucker jerked beneath her gaze as if screaming for her attention, and she cracked a smug little grin. “You did that on purpose.” She pointed, and I chuckled. Fucking chuckled just before sex after she pointed at my dick. I shook the thought away, not sure where my troublemaker had come from, and shrugged.

“What can I say? He has a mind of his own.” My gaze dipped down, and I couldn’t tear them off her breasts. The soft swell of her belly and the trimmed hair that covered her pussy. There was something seriously erotic about seeing hair on her. She must have noticed and bit down on her bottom lip, and for the first time since meeting her tonight, I sensed a touch of nerves. And fuck me, that was adorable, too.

“I wasn’t planning on, umm… hooking up with anyone tonight, or else I would have planned accordingly.” I smiled, unable to keep my hands to myself. They moved to stroke the soft pelt of dark curls that covered the heaven she kept between her legs.

“Don’t touch it. I like this,” I confessed. A sassy little brow rose.