Page 29 of Red Card (Prescott University #1)

Cillian pushes off the shelf, his gaze lifting to mine.

His smirk can only be described as devilish.

His sensual, pillowy lips curve up slightly and reveal a flash of white, perfectly straight teeth.

Then his shoulder rises in a slight shrug and his fingers trail lower until they skim the space between my breasts, nearly beneath the fabric of my tank top.

My pulse is racing so hard I can hear it in my ears.

“Shall we find out then?” he hums against my neck, lips ghosting along my already heated skin.

God, we’re in the equipment room, where anyone could walk by and hear what’s happening on the other side of the door, and that should make me want to stop. It should make me come to my senses, pull me out of this lust-filled haze, but it doesn’t.

And I’m not sure anything could right now, not with Cillian touching me. With his lips pressed to my neck. His molten gaze meets mine.

“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly, nodding. I draw my bottom lip between my teeth as Cillian holds my eyes for another beat, then he drops his hand from my chest, fingers grazing over the expanse of my stomach through the fabric of my shirt, until he reaches the hem, where he toys with it.

Each palpable second that passes, my heart thrashes harder against my rib cage, anticipation snaking its way through my body in thick tendrils and taking root in my core.

Finally, I feel the rough pad of his calloused fingers slip beneath my shirt and dance along my stomach, causing me to suck in a shuddering breath.

Cillian’s mouth twitches before he lowers his lips back to my neck and his tongue traces a path of fire that seems to burn me from the inside.

Each spot that he touches creates a new inferno, and I’m almost dizzy from the sensation.

My skin buzzes from the contact of his fingers, and once they dip below the waistband of my leggings and trail along the lace of my panties, I can feel myself trembling.

From anticipation, nerves, and raw, needy desire.

It’s maddening how badly I want him. The air seems to crackle between us.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “Say the word and we can stop, Rory.”

I nod, bringing my hand on top of his and guiding it lower, until his fingers skim over my sensitive core. “I’m sure .”

I’m nervous because it’s been a long time since anyone has touched me like this, but my arousal far outweighs my nerves, and truthfully… I trust Cillian. He doesn’t make me feel like I need to be anything other than who I am. He makes me feel comfortable and safe when we’re together.

Enough that I want him to feel how wet I am in the equipment room even when there’s a chance we could be caught by someone.

I hear the low, hoarse groan rolling off his lips as his thick fingers brush over my clit through the damp lace. “Fuck, you’re soaked, Rory,” he murmurs before rubbing a firm circle on my clit that has my eyes rolling back and my toes curling in my shoes.

God, he’s barely touched me, and I feel like I’m going to come, just from this.

Still with the barrier of my panties between us. Not even skin to skin.

My hips lift to meet his fingers, to plead for more pressure, and he chuckles darkly as he pulls back to look at me.

“I can’t wait to taste you. I want to bury my face in your cunt and lick all of this up.

” Pleasure pulses through me when he makes a slow, rough circle over my throbbing clit, his filthy words doing nothing but sending me further to the edge of whatever oblivion I’m ready to fall into.

“I bet you taste as sweet as you smell.”

He thrums steadily on my clit, and my arms slip around his neck, my own fingers curling through the hair at his nape as I hold on, hips rocking. The rough fabric of my panties only makes the feeling more intense, an added layer of friction, and I can’t get enough.

I toss my head back against the shelf as a breathy moan tears through me. I tug at his hair, pulling him back to my neck, where he plants his lips, kissing and nibbling along the juncture.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” he rasps, his voice gravelly and deep in my ear. I arch against his hand, my entire body humming with pleasure, and when he sucks roughly at the pulse point in my throat, I tip over the edge into an orgasm that has my legs trembling.

“Cillian,” I gasp breathlessly, my voice breaking at the intensity of the pleasure sweeping through me in heavy waves, each a higher crescendo than the last.

I never knew it could be like… this . So all-consuming.

His strokes slow to a languid, lazy swipe of fingers on my clit, and he works me through my orgasm until the aftershocks finish coursing through me.

When I finally snap my eyes open, he’s staring down at me with a cocky smirk and heavy-lidded eyes. His hair is messy from my fingers, standing in a hundred different directions.

I can feel his erection pressing against my lower stomach, hard and thick, and I swallow, trying to catch my breath.

“You did so good,” he drawls.

Okay, I take back my earlier statement. There’s absolutely nothing better than Cillian praising you post-orgasm in that stupidly hot accent. Nothing.

A laugh bubbles out of me, and his eyes gleam with amusement as I drop my hands from his hair and cover my mouth. “Sorry.” My voice is barely recognizable, all raspy and hoarse from my orgasm. “That was…”

I rake my teeth over my lips as I watch him bring his fingers to his mouth and suck my arousal off, never breaking our gaze. “Bloody hot as fuck, St. James.”

If the shelf behind me wasn’t holding me up, I think my legs would give out. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I groan, dropping my face into my palms.

“Don’t get shy now. I just tasted your pussy, it’s too late for that,” he says with a laugh.

“I’m not shy. I’m just trying to figure out how you’re this… good. It’s ridiculous,” I respond as I lean back to look at him. “Actually, pretend I never said that. Your ego doesn’t need any inflating.”

“Come here.” He laughs again, then reaches for me, pulling me into his warm, hard body and wrapping me up tight.

I sigh against his chest. It’s easy to be with him, effortless.

It’s the first time he’s ever hugged me like this, and I love the way it feels, his strong arms surrounding me, and the comforting smell of him invading my senses.

“Consider it a thank-you.”

I hum. “Thank you for what?”

His lips move against my hair as he says, “The guys in the weight room invited me out for a guys’ night. Pretty sure that had something to do with you, St. James.”

I pull back, my gaze whipping up to his.

“What?!” I cry a bit too loudly. Wincing, I lower my voice but bounce on the balls of my feet.

“Oh my God. Cillian! This is amazing. God, I’m so so happy to hear it.

I knew that they’d come around. But that’s all you.

You’ve made the effort to bond with them, and it’s paid off. ”

I’m so excited I could scream. This is exactly what Cillian needed. For the guys to accept him into the team by choice, not by force. Now it’s just a matter of time before everyone else realizes that he’s nothing like they thought he was. When they truly get to know him.

The way that I have.

He shrugs. “Either way. Thank you, Rory. I appreciate it.”

My heart swells in my chest, and I hold back the majority of my excitement because I don’t want him to feel weird about it.

“My pleasure. Actually, I know the perfect way you can repay me. And yes, it definitely has to do with orgasms.” I pin him with a stare.

Cillian’s lip tilts upward, and he shakes his head. “Shit, I think I’ve created a monster.”

Oh, if he only had any idea.