Page 44 of The Wingman

She opens her mouth to say something, but I almost fly off the sofa, hurrying to my feet and turning away. I saw her reaction to the ring tonight; I can’t be doing this. This isn’t what she wants.

I’m going to ruin everything.

“I need to go to bed.” I’m halfway out of the room. “Thanks for, uh. Yeah. Good night.”

Moments later, I’m in the shower, water running down my body. I’m so hard it hurts, and I’m already close to coming. One hand props against the tiles, and the other grips my erection, sliding up and down the length as my mind races with images of Darcy.

Her on her knees at my feet, pretty plush lips wrapped around the width of me, taking me all the way to the back of her mouth while her gaze rises to mine.

Me on my knees in front of her, an arm around her hips to hold her steady, her leg over my shoulder, my tongue deep inside her, feeling her writhe and convulse on me. My face soaked with her arousal. Listening to every gasp and moan.

Pleasure coils around the base of my spine, my balls tighten, and my release hits me with sharp ecstasy. I clench my eyes closed as I come, breathing hard, muffling my groan.

Like always, I hope this release gets rid of the lingering desire for her. The pull toward her, the intense attraction that seems to grow every day.

It’s not enough, though. It never is.

CHAPTER 20

DARCY

The next morning,I’m waiting in the kitchen among the eight bouquets of flowers, breathing in their floral scent and rehearsing what I’m going to say, when Hayden appears, bag strung over his shoulder and ready to leave for a seven-day away game stretch.

My gaze falls to his chest, and I automatically smile. “You’re wearing the t-shirt.”

He glances down at it, mouth tilting up. “Of course I am.”

It doesn’t seem weird between us after last night, so that’s good.

In the mornings, Hayden’s so handsome, blue eyes all sleepy, hair still damp from his shower, and dark-blond stubble coating his sharp jaw. My fingers itch to touch it, scrape through it with my nails.

No. After last night, no more touching. He had the right idea by cutting it short.

My face heats at the memory. God, I’m so embarrassed.

His eyes go to my wrist. “And you’re wearing the bracelet.”

I find the delicate chain and toy with it like I did all night when I couldn’t sleep. It’s hard sleeping in the bed alone; I’vealways slept better with someone beside me. On top of that, I was worrying all night about messing things up with Hayden.

“Of course I am.” I give him a quick smile. “I’ll drive you to the airport.”

He blinks, lips parting, and his expression turns apologetic. “Volkov’s picking me up.”

“Oh.” I was planning to use the time in the car to apologize for last night. “I didn’t think of that.”

“It’s fine. You should be sleeping in, not chauffeuring me around.” He drops his bag and heads to the front hall closet to grab his boots. “Go back to bed.”

If we don’t talk about last night, it’ll be weird, and Hayden is pretty much all I have right now. I don’t want him to think I’m getting the wrong idea about us.

I can’t fuck things up with him. I just can’t.

“You can’t leave yet.” I try not to sound frantic. “You’re a zombie without your morning coffee.”

I hit the button on the espresso maker and the machine whirs to life. A moment later, a stream of espresso drips into the tiny cup.

His eyes go from the espresso maker to me, a wary expression on his features. “I was going to get a coffee at the airport.”

“Airport coffee sucks. Ours is much better.”

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