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I was so totally fucked. You never slept with your teammate’s sister, but I was pretty sure that was exactly what I was going to do.

Fuck me.

Chapter Eleven

MADDIE

“Maddie,” Matt whispered in the dark of my dorm room.

I slid my eyes open and found myself pressed against his muscular form as we lay together in my bed. I didn’t remember that happening. The last thing I remembered was subtly sliding my hand into his as we sat against the wall watching one of my favorite action films. Now we lay side-by-side in my twin bed.

“What’s up?” I asked, my voice still thick with sleep.

He laughed. “Not you. I’m gonna head out.”

I was too tired to school my features and pouted instead.

He studied me and reached a hand out to brush my hair out of my face. “I gotta go.”

“Why?”

He shifted and I pressed my face into his T-shirt, breathing in that woodsy scent of his cologne. My bed was small, but friends shouldn’t cuddle. Not that I wanted to be his friend. Not one bit.

He sighed, his breath coming out ragged. “Sweet pea, please.”

I moved and stared up into his face, placing my hand against his chest and feeling his heart beat loud against my hand. “Please, what?” I purred seductively.

“Christ. I’m so fucked,” he muttered as he squeezed his eyes shut.

I opened my mouth to ask what that meant, but in a flash, he had me on my back and his lips were on mine.

I moaned into his mouth as I opened to him and shifted to let him settle between my thighs. I slid my hands to the back of his neck and caressed the short hair there while he attacked my mouth. His cock pressed against the thin material of my leggings and I ground up against him in anticipation.

He cradled my face and kissed me like he was gonna swallow me whole. I clung to him as his kisses got deeper and rougher. His lips felt like fire as he traveled down to my neck.

“Madison,” he whispered against my skin.

I moaned at hearing him say my full name.

“Sweet pea, you make me do bad things.”

“I want you to do bad things to me.”

God, if he knew all the fantasies I had he might run away. I saw how his eyebrows shot up to his hairline when he found the daddy kink book I had been reading earlier. As much as hockey players talked a big game, I got the feeling Matt wasn’t that adventurous in the bedroom. Which was fine. Maybe my fantasies were all in my head. I didn’t know what I liked yet. Oral and hand stuff hadn’t allowed me to explore the side of myself that was waiting to be unlocked.

He groaned but didn’t stop kissing my neck. He made his way to my chest and slipped the strap of my tank top down over my shoulder. “We shouldn’t do this.”

He kept saying that we couldn’t and shouldn’t, but his lips still marked a path across my skin. I wanted to scream, ‘go lower.’

“Sure we can,” I reassured him, arching up and trying to give him the green light to take my top off and play with me already. God, couldn’t he take a hint? I had been throwing myself at him for weeks.

He kissed and licked at my skin, teasing me by staying at the swell of my breasts.

I reached down and rubbed his dick through his jeans. He was hard and thick, and now I wasn’t sure this was a good idea. Matt was well endowed. I had that thing in my mouth already and I hadn’t forgotten the lockjaw after our disastrous night together.

Shit, how was that gonna fit inside me?

“We should stop,” he whispered against my skin, but it didn’t seem like he wanted to.