Tackled: A Sports Romance by Sabrina Paige Page A

back from her. "Don't do what?" she asks.
    "Pull down the skirt. I like your legs. I like the skirt. I'd like it even better if it were up around your waist."
    "You can't say that," she says, except her gaze doesn't leave mine, and she doesn't move. She could move around me if she wanted to. There's enough space in here for her to simply walk away.
    If she wanted to.
    What she couldn't hide, even if she'd wanted to, was that sharp intake of breath she took before she spoke.
    "I can't say what?" I ask. I can smell her light perfume, something floral and sweet.
    My cock twitches at the scent. Fuck. My dick doesn't get hard at the smell of some girl's perfume. That's never happened before.
    Except with her.
    "You can't say... things like that," she says softly. Her voice is nearly a whisper, and she looks at me, her eyes pleading.
    "I can't say that I'd like to slide that skirt up your thighs?" I ask, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. It's still an innocent gesture, something that can be excused as friendly. I haven't crossed a line with her yet that can't be uncrossed.
    When I touch her, her eyes close lightly and her lips fall open. Fuck, she turns into my touch. This girl hasn't been touched in a long time, that much is obvious.
    "No," she whispers. "You shouldn't say that."
    "I shouldn't do a lot of things." I run my finger lightly across her cheek and down her jawline. "Like say that I'd like to pull that skirt up around your waist and sit you down in that chair and spread your legs."
    My thumb reaches her mouth. She doesn't stop me when I touch her bottom lip. "Colton," she whispers.
    "I want to spread your legs," I continue as she stands there unmoving, her eyes lightly closed and her face upturned to me. The image of her on her knees, my fantasy the other day, flashes into my head — and I have to shut it down. "I want to pull you down to the edge of the chair and touch my tongue to your wetness — slowly at first, just to taste your sweetness. Then I want to bury my face in you, licking your clit and fucking you with my tongue until you come with my head between your legs. I want to taste you as you come on my face."
    "I..." she starts, but then she takes my thumb into her mouth, just the edge of it. Her eyes fly open as if the movement surprised even her — except that she moans.
    It's soft, barely audible, but I hear it.
    She fucking moaned.
    I pull her to me forcefully, one hand at the nape of her neck, the other on the edge of her waist, and kiss her. I kiss the hell out of this girl. I kiss her like I've never kissed a girl before, like I know I'll never kiss a girl again.
    Her tongue meets mine like it was made for me, a puzzle that fits. I should be scared as fuck at the thought of that, except I'm not. I'm too on fire to think about anything else except the fact that I'm kissing the hottest girl I've ever met. And she's kissing me back, her body melting against mine, moaning into my mouth. I pull her against my body, her hips grinding into my hardness. She grips me back, her body tightening on me as she feels my cock pressing against her.
    When I finally pull my lips away, she doesn't step back. She stays where she is, her body flush against mine. Her breath is short and her lips are swollen red, the mark I've left on her.
    "Colton, I... we..." Her voice trails off and she doesn't finish what she's going to say. We shouldn't do this. We're breaking the rules.
    I know that's what she's going to say.
    "I don't give a fuck about the rules, Cassie," I growl. "I want you."
    "Do you always get everything you want?"
    I reach for the first button on her shirt, the one that I've wanted to undo since the first time I saw her in one of these stupid, prim-and-proper shirts. And I really mean to just undo it. Like a civilized person. Except something happens when I touch it and the button just flies off, landing on the floor with a ping.
    So I finish it. I pull open her shirt like a goddamn caveman, buttons