Colton catches up with me, moving to block my path. "Don't be pissy."
"I'm not pissy," I say. "This is a really bad idea."
"Come on, chicken," he taunts.
"I'm not chicken, either," I protest. "This is a stupid idea and we're going to get caught."
Colton looks behind him before pushing me up against the wall. My heart beats wildly in my chest as he looks down at me, his lips inches from mine. Heat courses through me and a tingle of arousal goes right between my legs. "You like the possibility of getting caught," he whispers.
"I do not," I hiss, glancing behind me. He snakes a hand up underneath my skirt and reaches between my legs.
"So you say. Except that I know you're lying."
"Not lying," I argue, but my words catch in my throat as he slides his fingers over my clit.
"I want to fuck you here," he whispers.
"I'm not fucking you in the hallway."
"I could make you come right here, right now," he says, his finger moving more quickly.
"No," I protest.
"Do you trust me?"
"Definitely not."
Footsteps echo loudly down the hall and I push Colton's hand away, jumping away from him like I've been shocked by electricity. I put several feet between us, rounding the corner with long strides like I'm in the building on important business and have no idea that a hot as hell football player seems to be following me. I nod to the person who passes me, who turns out to be a janitor wheeling a floor buffer down the hallway.
From behind me, Colton chuckles. "Chicken," he whispers.
I ignore him until we get to the end of the hallway where I turn right to head back toward the exit. He calls my name softly. "I'm leaving," I say back.
"Come on. I came here to show you something."
I look at him with narrowed eyes. "I'm afraid to ask what that is."
Colton grins. "It'll be worth your while."
"How can I resist?" I ask the question sarcastically, but it's hard to be annoyed with him when he's standing there grinning like he's totally pleased with himself.
That cocky, crooked grin is going to be the death of me.
I follow him, walking for what seems like forever before he stops at an elevator that takes us up almost to the top floor.
When we reach where we're going, Colton stops and looks around like he's a spy checking for a tail, even though we haven't passed anyone in a few minutes. He pushes a key into a door, quickly shutting it behind him.
"What is this place?"
"It's the alumni box," he says. He flicks one of the light switches and a row of recessed lighting illuminates part of the room. It's all dark wood and leather seating and long tables, the primary focus being the floor-to-ceiling windows on the far side of the room that overlook the football field.
I walk to the window and peer out. It's mostly dark, the only lights the security lights illuminating the corners of the field. "Nice view."
Colton stands behind me, so close I can feel his breath on my skin. He sweeps my hair to one side and applies his lips to the back of my neck, sending goose bumps down my body. "It's a nice view from where I'm standing, too."
I have to put a hand on the window to steady myself, because the minute Colton kisses under my ear, pulling my earlobe gently between his teeth, my knees threaten to buckle. "This is the alumni box?" I ask. "We're not supposed to be in here."
"Nope," Colton says, his hand snaking around my shoulder and over the top of my breasts. He squeezes one through my shirt and my nipples go rock hard, immediately at attention for him.
"Someone will see us up here," I protest.
"It's tinted," Colton explains.
"How did you get a key to this place?"
"Bribed one of the facilities guys," he whispers.
"Why?"
"I was going to show you this a while back," Colton says, his hands at my waist now, sliding underneath my shirt. "Since you didn't know anything about football, I was going to teach you a little. Give you the best view."
"Mmm-hmm," I murmur, as his hands slide underneath my shirt, cupping my breasts again. "So you brought me here to teach me about football?"
"I'll teach you about football later."
"Why did you bring me here, then?" I ask, my voice teasing.
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I slide my hands out from underneath her shirt, reaching the sides of the little navy skirt she's wearing and pulling the fabric up over her waist, exposing her ass. Her sharp intake of breath makes me crazy. I want to hear that over and over and over.
The sound never gets old.
"Why do you think I brought you here?" I ask, my voice gravely.