Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“If you’re going to start coming to my games, I better see Rhodes on your back and I’m not talking about my brother.” “Is this some athlete kink you got? Need to see a girl in your jersey?” The old flirty side of me that I’ve kept hidden and locked down for the most part since Max came into my life is itching to break free. I pop my shoulders. “I like to see pretty girls in my jersey. Like to take it off them too.” Miller’s lips part, a shocked and satisfied grin lifting on the corners. “Well, with that kind of promise, I’ll be sure to wear it next time.”

“I’m not being insecure.” I’m completely insecure.

He lowers his mouth to my ear. “Well, it doesn’t matter if you see me or not. You’re going to feel every inch of me. I’ll be so deep, you’ll be able to feel me in your fucking throat, and I can promise you, Miller, your body won’t let you forget me.” Jesus.

“This is why you have Max,” I somehow say. “I’m fairly certain you’re fucking me right past my birth control.” “Miller.” He halts his movements. “That’s an inside thought.” “I don’t have inside thoughts.”