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That’s a first.

I love that entirely too much. Like, an embarrassing amount. Now I’m convinced there’s quite literally nothing sexier than hearing Cillian Cairney call youbabyin that deep, raspy English accent of his.

“I—I—” I stutter, promptly shutting my mouth because I’m not entirely sure why Ididdrag us in here. Okay, yes I do. Because I wanted to have him alone and couldn’t wait another second once I saw how ridiculously hot he looked fresh out of the locker room. “I don’t… know.”

I rake my teeth over my bottom lip, staring up at him.

His eyes seem to darken as he steps forward and lifts his other hand and places it on the shelf behind me, bracketing my head. The corner of his lip curves up in a sexy smirk. “I think you do know.”

I gulp, trying to breathe steadily but failing, each inhale coming quicker than the last. He closes the little space left between us, molding to the front of me with every hard, sculpted muscle of his body and my pulse goes haywire.

I try to squeeze my thighs together, but his knee slides between them, stopping me.

“And you know what else I think?” he rasps, moving one hand to my chin and grasping it between his fingers. “I think that you watched me on the pitch today and it turned you on. Every time I looked into the stands, your eyes were on me, St. James. I think that’s why you keep trying to press those pretty thighs together. Because it aches, doesn’t it?” He trails his fingers from my chin, gently down my neck, where his massive, rough palm curves around my throat. The pads of his fingers create the most subtle hint of pressure, enough to have me squirming, and then he trails them lower, fingertips dancing over my collarbone.

Goose bumps erupt on my flesh, and my lips part as I suck in a stuttering pant. He’s barely touched me, and my nipples are taut and pebbled almost painfully against my sports bra.

Leaning closer, his mouth dips to my ear. “If you wanted me to touch you, baby, all you had to do was ask.” His warm breath on my neck has a violent shiver running down my spine. “I think that if I slipped my fingers into your panties right now, I’d see just how wet you are for me.”

I’m almost embarrassed to admit how wet I am. How I’mthrobbing, a deep, achy feeling spreading in my lower belly with each beat of my heart. My skin feels like it’s on fire, a live wire of lust coursing through me and making my limbs heavy.

I swallow roughly. When I can finally form words, my voice comes out low and shaky. “What if I was?”

Cillian pushes off the shelf, his gaze lifting to mine. His smirk can only be described as devilish. His sensual, pillowy lips curve up slightly and reveal a flash of white, perfectly straight teeth.Then his shoulder rises in a slight shrug and his fingers trail lower until they skim the space between my breasts, nearly beneath the fabric of my tank top.

My pulse is racing so hard I can hear it in my ears.

“Shall we find out then?” he hums against my neck, lips ghosting along my already heated skin.

God, we’re in the equipment room, where anyone could walk by and hear what’s happening on the other side of the door, and that should make me want to stop. It should make me come to my senses, pull me out of this lust-filled haze, but it doesn’t.

And I’m not sure anything could right now, not with Cillian touching me. With his lips pressed to my neck. His molten gaze meets mine.

“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly, nodding. I draw my bottom lip between my teeth as Cillian holds my eyes for another beat, then he drops his hand from my chest, fingers grazing over the expanse of my stomach through the fabric of my shirt, until he reaches the hem, where he toys with it.

Each palpable second that passes, my heart thrashes harder against my rib cage, anticipation snaking its way through my body in thick tendrils and taking root in my core.

Finally, I feel the rough pad of his calloused fingers slip beneath my shirt and dance along my stomach, causing me to suck in a shuddering breath.

Cillian’s mouth twitches before he lowers his lips back to my neck and his tongue traces a path of fire that seems to burn me from the inside. Each spot that he touches creates a new inferno, and I’m almost dizzy from the sensation. My skin buzzes from the contact of his fingers, and once they dip below the waistbandof my leggings and trail along the lace of my panties, I can feel myself trembling.

From anticipation, nerves, and raw, needy desire.

It’s maddening how badly I want him. The air seems to crackle between us.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “Say the word and we can stop, Rory.”

I nod, bringing my hand on top of his and guiding it lower, until his fingers skim over my sensitive core. “I’msure.”

I’m nervous because it’s been a long time since anyone has touched me like this, but my arousal far outweighs my nerves, and truthfully… ItrustCillian. He doesn’t make me feel like I need to be anything other than who I am. He makes me feel comfortable and safe when we’re together.

Enough that I want him to feel how wet I am in the equipment room even when there’s a chance we could be caught by someone.

I hear the low, hoarse groan rolling off his lips as his thick fingers brush over my clit through the damp lace. “Fuck, you’re soaked, Rory,” he murmurs before rubbing a firm circle on my clit that has my eyes rolling back and my toes curling in my shoes.

God, he’s barely touched me, and I feel like I’m going to come, just from this.

Still with the barrier of my panties between us. Not even skin to skin.