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I chuckle and step out of his hold. I say goodbye to the guys, then hop in my car and drive home, that excitement from earlier sparking up again.

Chapter 6

Sam

Iopen the door leading from my garage to my kitchen and trip over a huge cardboard box.

“Shit!” I catch myself before falling and crashing into the wall.

I brace myself with a hand on the wall and drop my gear bag onto the floor.

“Sam! Are you okay?”

I look up at the sound of Dakota’s panicked voice. And then my eyes bulge out of my head.

Because she’s standing a dozen feet away from me in nothing but a towel.

She walks up to me. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

She kicks away the box I tripped over with her bare foot. “I didn’t know you’d be coming in through the kitchen.” She sighs, her delicate shoulders sinking with the movement. “But of course you’d do that. You park in the garage.”

She aims her big brown eyes up at me, her brow furrowed in concern. “I’m so sorry.”

I stand up straight. “It’s okay. Really.”

She shakes her head. Her hair, which is normally a deep shade of chocolate brown, looks almost black now that it’s wet. It drips down her shoulders, over the swell of her boobs.

Eyes up, you creep.

I force my gaze back to her face.

“You’re sure you’re not hurt?” she asks.

I nod. “Promise. I’m all limber from practice. I caught myself just fine.”

She flashes a relieved smile. I breathe and get a whiff of a sugary, flowery smell. It must be whatever soap or shampoo she uses.

My gaze falls along the delicate line of her throat and her collarbone. A million tiny water droplets shine on her tan skin.

God.She smells so good and lookssofucking sexy…I shouldn’t be standing this close to her…

I clear my throat and step around her, then walk to the far side of the kitchen where the island is. I drop my bag and stand on the other side of the island.

“How’s unpacking going?” I grab the stack of mail and start ripping open random envelopes, just to have something else to look at other than Dakota’s hot, nearly naked body.

“Pretty good. I got all the boxes in my bedroom unpacked. I’m almost done with the bathroom. And then I just have these boxes of kitchen stuff to get through.” She nods at the box I tripped over. “Those are mostly pots and pans.”

“Cool. I can start unloading the kitchen stuff.” I look at the box and realize I’d have to stand next to Dakota. I’d have to smell that intoxicating scent and stand inches away from her wet, naked body…

My dick starts to twitch and in this moment, I’mgrateful I’m standing behind my slate countertop so that Dakota can’t see that I’m semi-hard in her presence.

I clear my throat, annoyed at what a caveman I turn into when she’s wearing a towel.

“You should get dressed,” I say, my tone sharp.

Her eyebrows lift as she glances down at herself. “Oh. Right. You probably don’t want to see me like this.”

Her cheeks flush pink, and for a second, she looks the slightest bit embarrassed.

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