FORCE: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Vivian Lux Read Free Book Online

hesitation with one skillful pass. He grabbed my hands, twining my fingers in his and lifting my hands upward, pinning my arms above my head with one giant hand, while with the other he roamed the contours of my body, gently but firmly, somewhere between a caressing and laying claim. My swirling head, already intoxicated by his mere presence, went into overdrive and shut down, leaving me with no thoughts, only my senses. The sight of him, dark eyes closed tight, hair falling into his eyes as he bent to kiss me deeper. The smell of him, swirling all around me, soap and sandlewood and something more primal, an earthy sweetness that I knew was his alone. The sound of him, a low growl in his throat, a guttural gasp as he pulled backwards to breathe for a moment, before yanking my scarf to the side and raking his lips down my neck. The taste of his mouth still lingering on mine, making me lick my lips greedily and wonder what else about him could taste so good.
    And of course the feel of him. His hard chest pressed against mine, leaving me breathless. His fingers tight around my wrists, careful not to hurt me, but leaving me no doubt that he could lift me with ease. And his hand, touching everywhere, sending sparks from his fingers. I wondered deliriously if I was hallucinating. How could a mortal man make me feel like this?
    The sparks the skimmed across my skin collected together into a dull ache, deep in my core, a vast emptiness that wanted...no, needed. The frustration boiled up into a sigh so long and loud that I couldn't believe it came from my own lips.
    Ian heard me and pulled back. The places he'd been touching cooled rapidly. This made me irrationally angry.
    "Well," he said.
    I opened my mouth. Come inside . It was right there, the invitation to continue, to follow this to the end that we both wanted to see. All I had to do was invite him in the door.
    After our first date.
    This man I had literally just met.
    This man I knew next to nothing about.
    Shit.
    Everything I knew about love, about dating and relationships, they all said the same thing. Don't sleep with him on the first date. And here I was, ready to throw that all out of the window.
    I'm not that kind of girl.
    I straightened up and adjusted my scarf back around my night. "Call me," I said, in a strangled whisper.
    Then I turned and practically ran to my front door.

Chapter Six
    Ian
     
    So there I was, standing in the center of a deserted Chicago street with the world's biggest hard-on, wondering what the hell had just happened.
    She wanted me. I knew that. I hadn't mistaken a chick's signals since I was a freshman in high school. She wanted me and I wanted her and in my experience, that meant we should be fucking like crazy right about now.
    That's how it's always been before.
    But, then again, I've never been with a girl like Candace before.
    As I walked, bowlegged and hunched like some cowboy-Quasimodo, back to my Escalade, I tried to call back the memory of the last chick I had banged.
    What was her name? I couldn't even remember.
    Baylee? Kaylee? Haylee?
    Something ending in an 'e' sound, of that I was certain.
    Fairly certain.
    Fifty percent sure, anyway.
    Anyway, she was a hockey-chick, one of those loudmouthed groupies who followed the game purely for the players. She called me her "big bad bully" in bed and wore lipgloss that tasted like vanilla.
    And... that's literally all I remembered.
    With Candace? I remembered fucking everything. The way she ducked her head when she didn't want me to see her blushing. Fuck, the way she blushed, how it spread across her cheeks as pink and perfect as the clouds at sunrise.
    Sunrise. Fuck. I had to be at practice before sunrise.
    But there was no way I was getting to sleep tonight. Not in my current state, anyway.
    I opened the door to my SUV and slid into the now cold interior.
    I couldn't remember the last time I jerked off. I wasn't bragging when I said I didn't need to. There was always someone willing to