Page 24 of Remember Me

“You think I don’ know that? These hormones are killing me.”

Her hand was already at my waistband, tugging at the button.

“We can’t do this in here,” I said, grabbing her wrist before she could go any further. I was already getting hard at the mere idea of taking her up against the wall. “We’ll get kicked out.”

She jutted her bottom lip out in a perfect pout. “But you said I looked hot in this.” She looked down to her red Crossbills jersey.

“You do,” I growled. “Which is exactly why I can’t let you jump me in an elevator.”

She whined, dragging her hands slowly down my chest, her fingers grazing a spot she knew made me twitch. “Fine.”

I kissed her again, slower this time, letting I linger just a little. “I promise,” I said, voice low and rough against her ear, “tonight, when we’re back home, I’m going to lay you down and eat you until you’re dripping down your thighs.”

She sucked in a breath.

“And then I’m going to do it again,” I added.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened, and she immediately pushed me away, and with her cheeks flushed, she smoothed down her jersey pretending she hadn’t just asked to get railed six floors up from the field.

A middle-aged usher who was about to step into the elevator stopped himself when he locked eyes with us.

“Going down?” he asked with a raised brow.

“No, uh, up,” Britt replied.

He stepped back, letting the doors shut. She glanced at me, her eyes sparkling. “You better not fall asleep after the game.”

I smirked. “After what you just pulled? I won’t even sit down.”

The elevator dinged, opening to the exclusive level housing the private boxes. The hallway was all gleaming wood and plush carpet, dotted with well-dressed people holding champagne flutes.

“There they are,” Britt said, nodding toward a couple standing outside one of the suites.

Adam and Hayden turned at the sound of our approach, their faces lighting up with recognition. Adam looked good. He was more relaxed than I'd seen him in years, the haunted look he'd carried after his injury finally faded from his eyes. Hayden, as always, was the picture of quiet grace beside him.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally made it!” Adam called out, breaking into a wide grin. He pulled me into one of those half-hugs, half-handshakes that guys do when they haven't seen each other in too long.

“Traffic was a nightmare,” I explained, watching as Britt embraced Hayden warmly. “We should've just taken theChallyhelicopter like I suggested.”

Britt rolled her eyes. “I’m here on personal business today, Matty. They don’t just loan that thing out.”

“Don’t need to loan it out. I could just hack their systems and rearrange the flights.”

Brit turned to Hayden. “He’s joking. Mostly.”

“No, he's not,” Hayden laughed. “Have you met your husband? He'd do anything to make you happy.”

“Damn right. Life's too short for traffic,” I said, grinning.

We stepped into the suite, and I let out a low whistle the second I saw the 50 yard line with our floor-to-ceiling view. There was a full bar with a spread of food that would put most five-star restaurants to shame.

“So this is how the other half lives,” I joked, knowing full well we were all part of that 'other half' now, in one way or another. It still felt surreal sometimes.

“Where is everyone?” Britt asked, glancing around the sparsely populated suite. “I thought we were meeting the whole crew up here?”

Adam chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, Devin and Tanner are down with the team, obviously. Aster’s working tonight and Reign's wrangling the kids with Chloe and Devin's mom. They should be up any minute.”

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