He peered over.
“You good for two?” I indicated toward Lottie and received a nod and a thumbs-up. After giving him an up-nod, I turned to Eddie and signaled for him to follow me. There was a collection of storage rooms just off the locker rooms. While I didn’t know what he wanted to talk about, his “private” plus the intensity in his eyes told me enough that I didn’t want an audience.
Two rooms were locked. A huff of relief escaped at the third door being open. After looking around the room to check it was unoccupied, I headed inside. Eddie followed, hot on my heels, the soft snick of the door the only sound beyond my anxious breaths.
I turned, saying, “Everything o—” The words caught in my throat, cutting them off.
Everything was not okay.
Not when Eddie stood barely an inch away from me.
Not when Eddie’s pupils were blown so damn wide I’d likely get lost in them.
Not when Eddie closed the remaining distance between us, his mouth descending toward mine.
No. Things were far from okay. Things were motherfucking incredible.
Our lips connected, smooth and warm, before he cupped the back of my head, urging me to move, to press against him, to accept his tongue.
I did so willingly, drinking in his kisses, memorizing his groan as I dipped my tongue into his mouth, brushing it against his own. Winding my arms around him, I held on for dear life. This kiss… this moment… was everything.EverythingI’d wanted from the moment I’d met him.
Our mouths moved in rhythm, in perfect synchronicity, as though we’d been enjoying this touch for longer than the mere seconds, or minutes, or hell, it could have been hours we were connected like this. I fell into his kiss, never wanting this to end. Never wanting more than this moment right here.
Which was total bullshit, as my hand on his ass, squeezing tight, fuck if that wasn’t what I wanted too. I squeezed, earning me a grunt and a hiss when his denim-clad cock rubbed against mine, barely constrained by the thin material of my training shorts.
I swallowed his hiss, absolutely wanting more and everything Eddie would give me.
We kissed, hands roaming, breaths ragged against each other. My dick ached to be free, desperate to explore, to be discovered, to—
A bang in the corridor jerked us to a stop, though hell if I was letting go. Wide-eyed, I stared at the man in my arms, and when he smiled, his lips glossy from our kiss, I went in for a repeat. Our lips found each other again, this time sweeter, softer, but whatever the noise from the corridor was, it wasn’t stopping.
With a sigh, I eased away, soaking in the blissed-out look in Eddie’s eyes. I swore he’d never looked hotter with glistening lips, ruffled hair, and heat in his gaze that was a hundred percent directed at me.
“So,” I started, “if this is what you wanted to borrow me for, you can make this request of me any time you want.”
His lips twitched, which was totally unfair as all I wanted to do was kiss him again.
“I’m good with that, as long as you know I want all the things too.”
With happiness flooding my chest, I didn’t have it in me to be embarrassed that Eddie had absolutely overheard my conversation with Tony.
“All the things, huh? Whoever thought of such a thing is a genius.”
“That’s one word for him.”
“And another would be?” I fished.
“Trouble, and he’s going to find himself in a heap of it if he doesn’t get his ass back on court.”
Rolling my eyes, I sighed. “I do kinda have an important game tonight.”
The amusement on Eddie’s face dropped. “And here I am distracting you.”
“Hell no.” I tightened my grip. “You’re here giving me an incentive to kick ass so we can celebrate tonight. If you want?”
“I want.”
Those two words slammed into my chest, threatening to buckle my knees. The only way to stay upright was to give in to the need rushing through me.
