Page 20 of The Rule Breaker (Colton U Playbook #1)

He kisses me slow at first, like he’s unsure if this is real or just a dream. I feel the hesitation in his hands—just for a moment—before they tighten, pulling me closer and tilting my head back to deepen the kiss. The world blurs, and I forget how to breathe.

He groans into my mouth, his fingers threading through my hair as he kisses me harder, deeper, like he’s trying to make up for all the time we’ve wasted.

Heat coils low in my stomach, and I press closer, my hands fisting in his jersey, desperate to keep him close to me, to keep this moment from slipping away. His other hand skims down my back, gripping my waist, like he needs me just as much as I need him.

I don’t even notice the sound I make against his lips—a quiet, needy whimper—until he responds with a rough curse, his grip tightening on my hips.

He tastes like mint, like warmth, like something I’ve been craving without even realizing it. God , he tastes so sweet.

Ryan groans, his lips trailing along my jaw, his breath hot against my skin. “Fuck,” he mutters. “I don’t want to stop. Please don’t make me stop.”

I shudder at the sound of his rough voice. A small part of me knows what we’re doing is dangerous—the quiet voice at the back of my mind telling me we shouldn’t.

But I can’t pull away.

“Then don’t,” I murmur against his lips before I kiss him harder, my hands tangled in his hair, drowning out all the voices in my head. I don’t know how to stop. I don’t want to.

He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine, and I can feel the heat of his breath mixing with mine.

“I’m so fucked,” he whispers, his voice strained, before he kisses me again.

My hands slide up his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt, his skin hot under my touch.

The kiss gets hotter, deeper. I can feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, the way his hands slide to my hips, gripping me, urging me closer.

I move against him instinctively, my hips shifting, feeling his hard cock brushing against the seam of my jeans.

He groans low in his throat, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

“God, Isabella,” he groans again, his voice thick, dark and so sexy I’m losing my goddamn mind. “You have no fucking idea what you do to me.”

His lips trail down to my neck, kissing, biting, and I let out a soft moan, my head falling back, giving him better access.

“You feel so good,” he whispers against my skin, his voice low and dark. “I don’t think I can stop.” He sounds pained, like stopping would physically hurt him.

I moan softly, leaning into him, wanting more, needing more. All I care about is the way his lips taste, the way his body moves against mine.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

I shake my head, the words trapped in my throat, but my body speaks for me. I grind against him again.

His hand slides down to my thigh, and he gently urges me to move against him, the friction building again, slow and deep. Every inch of me is on fire, my thoughts a jumble of everything I shouldn’t want but desperately do.

“Ryan,” I moan, my voice shaky as my fingers dig into his shoulders for leverage. God, I’m so close.

He groans, his chest rising and falling under my touch. “Ah, fuck. I don’t know how much longer I can… shit.”

I shudder, my fingers gripping his shirt, and then he?—

“Hello? Who’s in here?”

We freeze.

Panic slams into me as my dad’s voice echoes through the locker room. “Shit. Shit .”

Ryan curses under his breath, his hands dropping from my hips as I scramble off his lap, my legs shaking like jelly.

My dad steps inside, his brows lifting when he sees us. “Oh. Didn’t know you were still in here.”

I clear my throat, fumbling for my notebook, trying to act normal even though my heart is still hammering in my chest. My hands feel shaky as I push myself off the bench, legs a little wobbly, and make my way toward my dad. “Yeah, I was… looking for you. I have the stats you wanted.”

He nods, taking them from me with a smile. “Thanks, princess. You want a lift home?”

“Sure,” I reply, attempting to keep my voice steady, even though I can feel the heat creeping up my neck, my mind still buzzing with the kiss.

He turns to Ryan, arching a brow. “What are you still doing here?” he asks. “You gonna sleep here or…?”

Ryan drags a hand down his face. “I’ll head home in a bit. I just… need to take care of something first.”

My stomach flips, warmth swirling in my core. I know exactly what he means. The innuendo is blaringly obvious, like a neon sign flashing ‘we just dry humped,’ but thankfully, my dad is oblivious to it all.

He shrugs and wraps an arm around my shoulder, steering me away. “Alright, make sure you clean up your shit when you leave,” he tells Ryan, then pats my shoulder. “Let’s go, kiddo. Your mom made me lasagna for dinner, and no way in hell am I missing out on that.”

I let out a laugh, glancing back at Ryan once last time, feeling my stomach flutter at the reminder of everything that just happened.

As we walk out into the hallway, I let out a breath, doing my best to look normal, to act like nothing happened.

But I know, even if I try to bury it, things between Ryan and I have shifted. A line was crossed, and now, there’s no going back.