The pressure is so strong, I think he’ll break a few bones. While we may fight, and I don’t mind rearranging his face, right now—I’m afraid.
Afraid he’ll paralyze me.
Afraid by doing so, he’ll take away my chance to play in the NHL.
Afraid he’ll take away my ability to take care of my family.
Slowly, I turn my head to look over my shoulder. He’s watching me, those eyes like green lasers, but he might as well be looking through me.
His face is feral, angry, unforgiving.
A brutal titan who probably doesn’t know how to touch anything without the ruthless energy that emanates off him in menacing waves.
Chapter 5
Jackson
Can’t say I’m not enjoying having Killian-bitch ass-Blackwell pinned under me, especially after he had the balls to stink up my damn hotel room. So much for being rested for tomorrow’s game. At least we’re playing a team we’ve wiped the floor with multiple times.
And chasing him got me hard and leaking again, igniting something primal in my blood. Fuck. What is it with my dick liking him so much? Seems it forgot to read the memo he’s my enemy.
But that scared look he’s got going on doesn’t suit him. Killian’s never backed down from me and this new developmentis sucking all the fun away. Time to kick it up a notch, get under his skin a bit.
I lean in close, until the ragged warmth of his breath hits my cheek. Slowly, deliberately, I drag my teeth over his earlobe, biting down just hard enough to pierce the skin. The coppery tang of blood hits my tongue and Killian makes a sound somewhere between a gasp and a growl, his hands flexing against the carpet.
“Miss me that much, asshole?” I murmur, my lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“Get the fuck off me.” Killian's voice is strained, almost brittle, but I can feel the heat rolling off his body, the tension thrumming through his taut muscles.
“Nah. You look too good being pinned underneath me.” My hand grips his nape, and I push forward, holding his face down to the ground. “Gotta say, that little stunt with the stink bomb? Pretty pathetic, even for you.”
“Reed, I'm not gonna say it again. Get. Off.” There's a waver in his voice, a hairline fracture in his trademark bravado, and it sends a dark thrill rushing down my spine.
I sit back on my heels, easing my weight off him minutely, and that's all it takes. Killian surges up like a wild thing, twisting and bucking beneath me until he manages to throw me off balance. We tumble sideways, grappling for dominance, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and heaving chests.
His fist slams into my cheek with a fury that’s been building for the last few years. Somehow, he ends up on top, his knees bracketing my hips as he stares down at me with a mixture of rage and hunger, like a lit match to gasoline. “I hate you so fucking much.”
“Feeling’s mutual.”
For a moment, we just stare at each other, bare chests heaving, the air between us electric with tension, but when I spot thedelicious bruise on his forearm—my mark from where I bit him—I groan.
He tilts his head, his golden blonde hair a wild tangle, and his pupils so large his eyes are almost black. His whole body is practically vibrating with barely contained energy, like a livewire.
I've never wanted anyone so much in my life. It's terrifying.
Slowly, deliberately, I angle my head up, my blood singing with anticipation. “Go on then, golden boy. Hit me again. See what happens.”
He makes a sound like a wounded animal and then he leans down, his mouth crashing onto mine, hot and furious and devastating. His teeth catch my lower lip, biting hard enough to draw blood, and I groan into the kiss, my fingers raking down his back as he shifts until his body is flush against mine.
We tear at each other like brutal beasts, all tongues and teeth and desperation. Killian rocks his hips against mine and the friction is electric, like a lightning bolt of pleasure racing from my toes to my scalp.
I can feel him, hard and hot even through our pants, and my entire body throbs, my heart rate going through the roof. This is the first time I’ve had another dick against mine and . . . I fucking like it.
A lot.
I hook my leg around his and roll us over, pinning him beneath me once again, this time chest to chest. We're both panting, staring at each other with blown pupils and kiss-swollen mouths.
“Tell me to stop,” I rasp and when he doesn’t answer, I roll my hips, driving my erection into his. “Blackwell, tell me you don't want this.”
