Page 65 of Rookie Move
Georgia’s heart took an hour-long tango lesson when he said that. When she’d been young and deep in puppy love, she and Leo had used the word “forever” with each other. And then when they hit the skids, it had hurt worse than anything. She turned her face to the side, turning away from all the brilliance that was Leo. It was hard to think rationally while lying on his body.
But Leo only began nuzzling the back of her neck. “You can run, but you can’t hide, Georgia girl. Even if you give me the cold shoulder on the plane today. Even if you go all shy on me. It’son.”
She slowly sat up again and gently disentangled herself from Leo. But the cold air was a shock, and she missed the hard press of his body immediately.
Gah.Make up your mind, crazy lady.
“I need another shower,” she said. And it was certainly true.
“Mmm,” Leo growled from the mattress. “Wonder why that is?” He sat up, too, and pulled her into his embrace. He kissed her neck, and she shiveredeverywhere. Leo was hard again. She felt him pressing against her hip. Her latent teenage bad girl considered ignoring the lateness of the hour altogether.
But that wouldn’t go well for either of them. “Let me up, hunk. I have twenty-five minutes to try to look like a professional.”
“Uh-huh,” he said between kisses to her neck. “You know, the whole sexy publicist look really works for me.”
“Leo,” she grumbled, but it was just posturing. It had been a long time since she was someone’s object of attraction. It made her feel young again.
“That tight skirt you wore to the game last night made it hard to concentrate.”
“I’ll wear something baggy to the next one. We need the wins.” She slid off his lap and moved toward the edge of the bed.
“Wait.” His long arms reached for her hips. “I need to say good-bye to the tatas.”
Georgia’s heart squeezed as Leo leaned down to nuzzle her left nipple. “Later,” he said, the word muffled by the swell of her breast. Then he dipped his head to have a word with the other one.
It was absolutely ridiculous. And yet Georgia’s eyes got hot. Because he used to do the same thing after they’d fooled around in high school. When it was time to get dressed and take Georgia home to meet her curfew, he’d say good night to her boobs. Although both of them enjoyed it, it was ajoke.
Except it wasn’t anymore. Now it was just one morething to remind Georgia how much time had passed. Was it their ritual alone? What other sets of knockers had Leo conversed with over the past six years?
Don’t go there, she coached herself.
Leo lifted his chin and gave her a very sweet kiss on the lips.
Then, with a lump in her throat, she pulled away, retreating to her own room to shower and dress.
***
“Morning, Princess!” Georgia’s father greeted her in the hotel lobby with a peck on the cheek.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said with forced cheer. She was a girl with a secret. And even if it was a damn good one, she felt a tiny twinge of guilt.
“How did you sleep?” her father asked.
Gulp. “Just fine. You?”
“Eh. Can’t wait to get home on Friday. I see the bus outside. Shall we?”
She sat beside her father at the front of the bus for the ride to the airport. And even though she conveniently looked out the window when Leo boarded, she felt him pass by. In the harsh morning glare of the hotel parking lot she could hardly believe her own daring. She’d been the instigator of the morning’s festivities. She’d touched him through his clothes, her hand stroking his erection as he’d hissed. She’d been the one to rise up above him, lowering herself down on his...
“Princess?”
“Mmm?” she said, shaking off the memory. “What?”
“I was just asking if you were okay. You look a little flushed.”
“It’s just, uh, warm in here.”
The Deep V of Trouble deepened in his forehead. “It’s actually freezing in this can of a bus. Hugh just complained to the driver.”
