Playing Dirty (Leighton U, #4)

by C.E. Ricci

I get as close as I dare while gauging his reaction to the miniscule space between our bodies. Tension crackles and zips through the air like lightning, and I’m surprised neither of us are electrocuted when his knee brushes mine beneath the jet-bubbled water.

The moment our lips collide, it’s a full-on attack; one charged with so much fury and pent-up frustration, I’ll likely never recover. It’s teeth and tongues and a feral kind of passion unlike anything I’ve experienced before.

Theo Greyson is in my bloodstream, whether I like it or not.

“Fuck, I knew you were trouble,”

He’s just Theo. Just…mine. I clear my throat, the thought coming from nowhere and spreading through my chest like wildfire.