Rina glares at me, eyes bright and dangerous even in the dim light of the equipment room.
“I need to get back to Evelyn’s office,” she says, trying to hold on to her composure. “I’m in the middle of a meeting.”
Does this woman really think I’m going to let her go?
Yeah, that’s not happening.
“I saw Hugh walk in there,” I murmur against her ear. “Trust me, it’s doubtful you’ll be missed.”
She squirms, trying to break free, but I don’t allow it. One hand slides from the curve of her shoulder to the delicate column of her throat, fingers wrapping just enough to be possessive as my thumb traces the frantic flutter beneath her skin, stroking it. The contact is light, intimate, and has the exact effect I was looking for.
A thin tremor slides through her body as she goes slack in my arms.
Her presence has the same kind of impact on me. She doesn’t even have to touch me for the noise in my head to lessen. Just one look from her and everything in me settles.
It’s the calm I crave and the storm I can’t escape.
Rina can swear she doesn’t want this or me, but every shiver that racks her body betrays her. Every part of her reveals the truth when we’re together.
My other hand slides down to the hem of her skirt before drifting up her thigh until my fingers find the heat of her through the thin cotton of her panties.
I bite back a groan.
It’s impossible not to make a sound when I feel the soft, slick warmth waiting for me. She shifts closer with a small, involuntary movement.
I press my mouth to the shell of her ear. “Don’t even try to tell me you weren’t dying for this. I know you, baby. I know exactly what your body craves. I also know I’m the only one who can give it to you.”
Her resistance fractures, piece by piece, like glass under heat. There’s a part of me that wants to keep her here, locked away forever.
Hidden and safe.
Mine.
The smarter part knows this is reckless and addictive in equal measure.
Christ, how the hell am I ever going to get enough of this woman?
“Oliver,” she says, my name turning into a warning. “This is dangerous.”
Instead of pushing me away, her fingers curl around my forearm, keeping me locked in place.
The door creaks open, and boots scuff against concrete.
Shit.
Chuck, the team’s equipment manager, wanders in, whistling as he rummages through a rack of pads. Instinct takes over, and I drag Rina deeper into the shadows, tucking her tight against me.
The risk of getting caught sparks through the air, turning it electric.
If someone finds out about us, she’ll lose her job before I can even explain the situation. I should let her go, but I’m wired for collision, not retreat.
She stiffens, her eyes going wide.
I lean closer. “Don’t move or make a sound, otherwise Chuck’s going to get one hell of an eyeful.”
A noise breaks from her, her chest rising and falling rapidly as I shove her panties aside and slide two fingers deep inside her heat. She clenches around them, already drenched and needy. The strangled sound she makes is barely a gasp, but it ricochets through me like a gunshot.
Chuck freezes mid-rummage, head swiveling, gaze scanning the dim room.
