A man that you’re maaaaybe beginning to have a small crush on.
Even though you know you absolutely shouldn’t.
Hearing him call mebabyin that rough yet softer tone that feels like it’s reserved just for me makes my heart feel like it’s going to burst out of its cage inside my chest.
“You didn’t even hear me come up behind you,” he adds. “Somebody could snatch you up.”
I shrug. “You know, Ididread a book a few nights ago about a guy who chases her through the woods and doesverydepraved things to her once he catches her.”
Wilder’s groan vibrates against my skin. “Fucking hell, Maisie. Don’t tell me that shit. You want to be chased around in the dark, that what I’m hearing?”
“Mmmm. I dunno. Maybe?” I giggle, turning around to face him. Even though I can’t see him, I want to touch him, feel the stubble that’s dusted on his jaw because I’m sure he hasn’t shaved. I lift my hands to his face and find exactly that. God, I want to feel it between my thighs. “Just saying that there are an ungodly number of tabs in that one.”
Speaking of… he did just drag me into what I’m guessing is a freaking closet in the middle of the day. “Wait, how did you even know I was here? At the arena today.”
“Saw you walking down the hallway when I went to grab my phone from my desk. I have practice in a few.”
The rough scrape of his palms curves around my hips as he pulls me even closer until I’m flush with the front of him.
I can’tseehim, but Ifeeleverything.
Almost like all of my other senses are heightened since I’m not able to rely on my sight.
His large hands feel hot and heavy on my waist, his breath warm, ghosting across my lips.
And God, he smells so good that my head swims.
“So y-you decided to kidnap me into a broom closet?” I can hardly get the words out because he leans forward and presses his lips against my throat, followed by the scrape of his teeth.
“Not a broom closet.”
I blow out an exhale. The man is infuriating, and if he stops touching me right now, I might actually die. “An office. Conference room. Whatever, it’s not like I can actuallyseeanything. What if someone saw us?”
He pauses his pursuit of hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses on my neck only to grunt. “Don’t give a fuck.”
I doubt that’s the truth, but I know how easy it is to get caught up in the moment. Just like we were in his office that day.
Feeling around for him in the dark, I trail my fingers along his jaw and grasp it in my hands as I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him, tracing the expanse of his bottom lip with my tongue.
A deep, guttural groan slips out of him, and I smile against his lips.
I love hearing the effect I have on him.
Suddenly, I’m off the ground, his hands curved beneath my ass as he lifts me into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and my fingers fist in his hair. His tongue slides into my mouth as he deepens the kiss.
This man kisses me the same way he fucks me.
Deliberate, commanding. Consuming.
My toes curl in the soles of my shoes, and I’m fully aware of the needy sounds that are coming out of my mouth when he pulls away, dropping his lips to the space behind my ear that has me shivering.
“Need to go to practice,” he murmurs.
I shake my head. “No, just stay in here and make out with me. They won’t miss you.”
His low laugh vibrates against my skin. Another press of his lips. “You’re right. They can practice without a coach.”
“Exactly. Glad we’re on the same page.”
