Page 44 of Sweet Temptation
“Have fun. Don’t be late for training tomorrow or Coach will ride your ass,” I warn him. I get it. The high of winning your first game. I may not be a rookie but felt like one tonight. And that win felt different from any win last year.
He fist-bumps me, and I almost feel bad for being relieved he’s not coming home. I’ve got a girl I kinda hope isn’t sleeping to talk to and an omelet she made for me to eat.
The house is quiet when I get home, and I try to ignore the disappointment I feel when I realize Lexie must actually be sleeping.
Not that I expected her to be waiting up. But I kinda like our midnight kitchen meetups, even if it feels like she’s been avoiding me since we got back from the beach. She lets her guard down in the middle of the night in a way she doesn’t typically during the day.
It’s like she forgets she wants to not like me for some fucked up reason, and for those few minutes, it’s just us.
I slip off my wet suit jacket and roll up my sleeves, cursing Coach for requiring us to wear suits to and from all away games.I open the fridge, excited to find a tinfoil-covered plate with a bright pink sticky note on top.
Warm me for one minute, and I’ll melt in your mouth.
XO,
Lexie
The ways I’ve imagined this woman melting in my mouth definitely do not involve eggs. But for tonight, they’ll have to do. And a minute later, I realize she’s right.
“Is it good?”
I look up from where I’m bent over the counter, inhaling the food she made me, and nearly choke when I see her standing in the doorway. Her long blonde hair is sleep-mussed and wild around her beautiful face, and the old Kroydon Prep t-shirt that’s hanging off her shoulder is barely covering her ass. It’s also not doing a damn thing to hide her nipples that are peaked and pressing against the cotton.
“It’s delicious, Lex. Thanks.” I inhale another bite. “You didn’t have to do this, but I really appreciate it. The food on the plane is always shit.”
She moves into the kitchen and climbs up on a stool across from me. “So... how did it feel? Winning your first game as a starter and doing it with two interceptions? Pretty impressive, Beneventi. You keep throwing stats like that and you’ll be going to the pro bowl this January.”
“Have I ever told you how hot it is that you know football, Lex?”
She smiles like I’m kidding.
“What does it for you? Interception or pro bowl?”
I break off a piece of the eggs with no cheese and hold it up to her, then watch as her pouty pink lips wrap around the tines of the fork as my dick presses against the zipper of my pants.
“I’m pretty damn good, aren’t I?”
“So pretty, Lex.” I stare at the woman across from me, expecting a smart remark or a look of shock, but Lexie Sinclair never does what I expect.
“Have you ever wanted something you knew you shouldn’t have, Lucky? Wanted it so bad, even though you knew it was a bad idea?”
Well, damn... I move around the island until I’m standing in front of her, hoping like hell she’s feeling this too. “Yeah, Lex. I have.”
A crack of thunder practically shakes the house as the lights above the sink and on the clock both go out, but neither of us move. The energy pulling at us is too strong to fight.
“We’re a really bad idea, Lucky,” she whispers as she reaches for my shirt, her hands fisting the fabric.
“That’s the thing, baby. I don’t think we are,” I growl as I move my hands around her, planting them on the island and caging her in. “I think you want to believe we’re a bad idea. But I think we make perfect sense.”
She licks her lips and pulls me closer. “We make perfect sensetonight. That’s all I can promise you.”
“Tonight?” I question, not following what she’s saying.
Lexie leans in, taking advantage of the height the stool gives her and pressing her forehead to mine. “I want you, Lucky. But I can’t do the whole relationship thing. I can’t give you that, if that’s what you’re looking for, though I’m not even sure it’s what you’re looking for. But I can give you tonight.”
With anyone else, that would be music to my ears.
With anyone else, one night would be perfect.
