Mine.
I don’t know how I’m going to get through practice tomorrow.
But I don’t care right now.
I have her.
And that’s the only win that matters.
CHAPTER 31
TORI
The golden Chicago sunrise beams into the room and I blink against the bright rays of sunlight. Handprints mark the glass and I flash back to last night.
Bennett. Me. Naked and pressed against the window, the city lights twinkling below.
Cool glass on my front, Bennett’s heat on my back.
Intense.
Raw, real.
Bare.
I’ve never done that before.
Never let anyone come inside me like that.
Reckless.
But it felt so right.
And so very, very Bennett.
Standing at the door before he snuck out, our eyes locked. He turned to leave and I grabbed his wrist, pulled him back for one last kiss, already missing him.
He cupped my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. Skinrough, his touch tender. His deep blue eyes gleamed in the dim light.
“Tori.”
One word.
That’s all he said. Low and husky. Filled with so many emotions we don’t dare name.
He has me undone, breaking every careful, practical rule I established.
I never thought I’d feel like this. I didn’t with Preston, that’s for damn sure.
I’m wild. Feral for the man, my body a magnet drawn to him. I’m sore from last night, yet I’m lying here alone in this massive bed with a pulsing, aching core. Feeling empty and wanting him.
All of him.
Always.
Oh god.
This is exactly what I promised myself I’d never do. Let a man make me messy, trust pretty promises.
