Page 48 of O Goalie Night
Suddenly, my escalating feelings for his sister feel like the ultimate betrayal of Ben’s trust.
Ben, my friend and teammate and quite frankly the closest thing to family I have left.
Ben, who Beth is trying to build a stronger relationship with.
Ben, who is adamant that he doesn’t want any of his teammates messing with her.
But I have no intention of messing with her. The moment we shared at the club was a momentary lapse in judgement. I can’t risk pursuing her and jeopardise both of our relationships with her brother. No matter how badly I want her.
I pull into my driveway just after one in the morning. Beth hops out of the car and makes it to the house before me, entering the code in the door like she’s done it a hundred times before.
We haven’t spoken a single word since we left the club and I would give anything to know what’s going on in that beautiful head of hers. She may say “goodnight” and act like this entire encounter never happened, or she may decide to call me on it.
At this point, I’m not sure which one would be worse. Pretending not to have strong feelings for her or being confronted by her about them.
She slips out of her boots and hangs her coat in thecloset before entering my living room and taking her favourite seat on my couch. At least I think it’s her favourite seat. It’s the place she seems to gravitate to most.
“Can I get you anything?” My voice comes out rusty, like I haven’t spoken for days, not just the last thirty minutes. “Water, or…” I trail off, not even sure what else I’m able to offer her.
She plays with her ponytail nervously like she’s thinking it over and when her big brown eyes finally look up at me, I know I’ll give her whatever she wants or die trying.
“Do you like me, Foster?”
I freeze. Shut down completely.
My lack of response sends her into a panic and she backtracks. “Not that I think you do, or that you should, it’s just something Kim said at the bar made me think that maybe you do. And sure, I’ve had those thoughts before, because there have been times where I’ve felt like you’re flirting with me, but I told myself that you were just teasing me, not in a mean way, just in, you know, a friendly way, but then there was a moment tonight where I thought you might kiss me, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. Not that I’m wishing you’d kiss me or anything.”
She covers her face in her hands and lets out the world’s most adorably exasperated sigh. Desperate to ease her panicked state, I walk forward and sit down next to her, but she keeps her hands glued in place, hiding from me.
“Can we go back in time to where you asked if you could get me anything and this time I’ll just say ‘no thankyou’?” Her words are muffled slightly because her palms are obstructing her mouth.
With a sense of calm I don’t feel, I reach up and gently remove her hands from her face. My fingers brush against her wrist and I feel the rapid flutter of her pulse against my skin.
She looks up at me with a vulnerability that shreds my heart to pieces.
“I like you.” I swallow. “A lot.”
“Oh.” Suddenly the attraction between us that’s always been there is thrust into the light and the air around us changes.
I nod. “And I very much wanted to kiss the hell out of you tonight.” And many other times.
She blinks several times like she may have misheard me. “Why didn’t you?”
Her face is so close to mine. When did that happen?
“Aside from the fact that your brother was twenty feet away?” My lips twitch with amusement and she smiles, drawing my attention to her mouth. Her red lipstick has faded from her lips, but they’re just as tempting as they were earlier. When I look back to her eyes, they appear to be focused on my lips.
I’m fucked.
“He’s not here now,” she whispers, her eyelashes lowering like a final curtain as she leans closer.
I should fight this. Slow things down until we’re both sure what the other wants and fully aware of all possible outcomes and consequences.
I don’t.
A small gasp escapes her as my mouth meets hers, like she didn’t really believe I’d kiss her. I’m not sure I dideither, to be honest. My hand finds the back of her neck as her head tilts to the side. She opens to me immediately and I’m instantly drunk on her taste.
Her full bottom lip fits so perfectly between mine, like it was designed just for me. I suck on it gently and she moans into my mouth. The sound heats my blood and turns my cock to granite.
