I see you, Granger, and I like what you show me. Even the tragic disaster you are. We match.
Right now, he's the first one to walk out of the locker room, his hair still slightly damp and his intense green gaze locking me in place. God, is that how I look at him? With hunger and so much longing, but scared to take that leap? I don't know what's real or pretend anymore, but I’m here for this—the want. He stops inches from me, staring down at my small height compared to him, and I feel the need to step into his embrace and have his strong arms hold me close. The last time I had this need to be held was the night I said goodbye to Mom.
“Why are you staring at me that way?” he asks in a baritone voice like smokey campfire and crisp cold morning air that has you breathing in deeply for more, and my body temperature rises at hearing it again.
His teammates start to walk out slowly when they notice Granger standing very close to me, but he completely ignores the others around us… It’s like he can’t look away from me. They’re staring at us with interest and curiosity, probably wondering who’s the girl that caught the attention of Granger—the hockey jock who has plenty of women to choose from. I’ll show them exactly who I am. I don’t answer him with words, I’m going to show him instead.
Grabbing his shirt with my fist, I pull him down and watch his eyes widen before darkening to a mint green as I place my other hand on the back of his neck. I meet him halfway by standing on my tippy toes and take a flying leap as my mouth connects with his soft smooth lips.
He releases a pleased groan as he drops his hockey bag and dives one calloused hand into my hair with a tight grip to angle my head back as his lips move against mine. Heat courses down until it floods my stomach, and I can’t stop grinding slightly against the thigh he wedges between my legs as he walks me backward until my back rests on the wall. His other hand grasps my waist to crush me impossibly closer to his hard body.
Sweet Lord.
He kisses me as if I’m the only one who can give him oxygen, and my own passion matches his with every glide as our mouths fuse together in a dance that mimics slow fucking. He continues to devour my mouth, controlling the kiss until I remember I’m the one who started this. I want to blow his mind, to have him feel as if I’m the only one that can make him lose his control. I pull back with a hum. My eyes close as my heaving chest grazes his. I run the tip of my nose along his and lean back in to nip his bottom lip, sucking on it before sliding my mouth against his with a desperateness that speaks for itself. My mind may be fighting with me constantly, but my body knows it wants Granger something badly. I smile when he groans deep in his throat, the vibrations hitting my skin, and he pushes away, panting lightly. All of a sudden, we hear his teammates whistling and clapping at our public display.
“What was that for, Princess? Are you trying to kill me?” he asks in a gravelly tone that I feel right down to my pussy, like a pulse. He’s staring into my eyes with pure lust swirling in his gaze, until he glares over his shoulder, which gets everyone shuffling to escape his wrath.
They scatter, giggling like a bunch of school girls the whole time, while some run for the exits because they don’t want to be on his bad side even more than they already are. You can see the division in his team, the way they walk on eggshells around him. Granger is trying to mend it, but I can’t help feeling like there's more to the story that I’m missing. He’s hiding something, keeping whatever it is to himself, and I’m wondering if I can get him to open up to me.
His deep, light green eyes swing back to me and drop down to my mouth once more as he bites his bottom lip in indecision, as if he wants to pick up where we left off. That look alone has my lower stomach muscles clenching, because I’d rather be biting that lip of his as he pulls me back into his strong, hard body. The way he stares at me makes it seem like I’m the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. It feels like it’s his hands caressing me as his gaze moves down my body and then slowly climbs back up to look into my eyes that no doubt reflect the need I have for him in return. My head isn’t on straight around him, and it’s terrifying. Not too long ago, this guy told me to get off his
