Stealing Home(27)

“How is that good?”

A fire ignited in his eyes. “You’re about to find out.”

“Luke . . .” I warned, checking the entrance to the shower room.

This was too risky; I didn’t care what Coach had said about us being the last two here. All it took was one of the players realizing he’d forgotten something and popping back in. Or one of the stadium janitorial staff coming in thinking the visiting team had all left. Luke Archer wasn’t just some guy—he was arguably the best player in the sport. If anyone found out we’d done what I could tell he had in mind, the headlines would haunt me until the day I died.

“So I’m done talking with Doc now.” His voice was low still, but this time, it was from desire instead of anger. “I want to talk with Allie.”

When my eyes dropped from his, my theory about what he had in mind was confirmed. “You are talking to Allie.”

“Just making sure.” Going from frozen to a flash of heat, Archer grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in front of him. He shoved my back into the wet tile wall, pressing his body into mine to hold me there. “Hi.”

His hands slipped around my waist as his mouth lowered to my neck. So much for being upset at me for benching him. Not that I was exactly upset at him for challenging my call anymore either. Not with the way he was ever so gently flexing his hips into mine, managing to stroke me with his erection through my pants.

“I missed you,” he said.

“I thought you wanted to talk with Allie.” My words seemed to echo off the tile walls as he continued to suck at my neck. “I don’t think what you have in mind is talking.”

I felt his smile curve against my skin. “It starts with talking. Talking can even be interspersed throughout.” He tugged my shirt out of my pants, his hands instantly sliding up the plane of my stomach until they were molding around my chest. He pried my bra cups down to expose my nipples, and his fingers explored them until I could feel my heartbeat pulsing between my legs.

“What are you doing, Luke?”

Nipping at the skin stretching across my collarbone, he leaned back just enough to rip my shirt over my head. He threw it down the row of showers. “Getting ready to f*ck you up against this tile wall. What do you think I’ve been doing in here all night?”

My thighs squeezed together. “Waiting for me?”

His hands returned to my chest, the look on his face intent. “Waiting to be inside you.”

“I thought you were avoiding me.”

“No, I definitely wasn’t avoiding you. I was biding my time for you.” His grip tightened around my breasts, his hips sliding me down the wall until I was directly beneath the shower stream. I was already damp from before, but it only took a few seconds for the rest of my body and clothes to get soaked.

“Why does sex tend to start with you getting me wet?” I asked, blinking shower water from my eyes.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Because I like you wet. I like making you wet. Everywhere.”

When he flexed his hips against me this time, my head fell back. After the never-ending night of sex we’d had two nights ago, and having to go without him last night, my body was quivering from withdrawal. I’d never felt this kind of desire before. This kind of desperation that clouded all degree of reason and resolve.

In this moment, all that mattered was Luke Archer’s body and mine connecting in every way two bodies could connect. I was a one-track-minded organism who would do anything to get her fix.

“I need you, Allie.” His fingers pulled the button of my khakis free, his finger plunging inside my panties before the zipper was down. “Can I have you? Can I use your body to get what I need?”

My fists curled against the tile wall when his finger circled me a few times.

“Yes,” I breathed, “if I can use yours for the same.”

Something vibrated low in Luke’s chest when his finger slid lower, feeling my invitation on his fingers. “You can use me, have me, take me however you need to. Whenever you need to.”

His hands moved to my hips, then I was spinning around, my bare chest spreading against the hard tile wall as he ripped my pants and underwear down my body.

When his hands returned to my hips, he pitched them back so my butt was arched up toward him. His finger moved to my opening, another rumble coming from his chest when he felt how ready I was for his body. “I want to ride you hard, Allie. I need it rough.” His mouth moved outside of my ear as I felt him starting to stretch me open. “Is that okay?”

I answered him by rolling my hips, trying to take him all, but for the moment, he was restraining himself. He wouldn’t let me have him until I’d answered.

“Yes,” I breathed, almost panting from the sensation of his thick girth opening me.

As the shower rained down on my back and legs, Luke Archer about to bury himself inside me, I realized how much power this man already had over me. Never had I been anywhere close to letting a flame f*ck me in some semi-public shower, exchanging filthy pleasantries like it came naturally. Never had I felt such a pull toward a man, making me not care about the consequences—at least, not when we were like this. All of those years of school and all of the hard work to get here and stay here . . . all of that was overshadowed by Luke Archer and the way he made my head and body feel.