Page 82 of Rookie Move
“Leo,” she gasped. Her body squeezed him everywhere at once, and the sound of his name on her lips made him feel like a god.
That was all she wrote.
The next thing he knew, he was thrusting and shooting and roaring with sweet victory. A moment later he did a face-plant in her pillow while her arms clamped around his neck. Then they just lay there, breathing hard, wrapped up in each other.
And everything was right with the world.
TWENTY-FIVE
Grinning like an idiot into the darkness, Georgia did not want to let go of the big, sweaty man who had collapsed onto her body. There was nothing better than this. Especially because he didn’t seem to want to let go, either. After they’d both calmed down, he made no move to untangle himself from her. Instead, he just rolled them both to the side and tucked her against his chest. His fingers threaded into her hair and he let out a sigh of contentment.
After a while Georgia began to drift into the drowsy, half dreams of the sexually satisfied.
“I want to stay,” he whispered, waking her.
“Mmm.” She sighed. “I’ll find you a toothbrush.”
“I brought mine.”
She pinched his hip. “Awfully sure of yourself.”
“I don’t hear you complaining.”
Point Leo. “You go first. Use anything you need in the bathroom.”
While he was in there, she put on an oversized Bruisers T-shirt, then spent thirty seconds wishing she had sexy nightgowns like Becca’s. But she wasn’t a sexy nightgown kind of girl, and there was really no use pretending she was.
Leo shuffled back into the room a minute later, naked, and climbed into her bed. When she joined him afterbrushing her teeth, his eyes were closed. But he reached for her anyway, folding his arm around her body, pulling her close. His hand snaked up under the shirt, and he made a sound of approval. “I like this,” he said with sleepy lips. “Good access to the tatas. Night,” he said, giving her left a gentle squeeze. “Night,” he repeated, cupping the other.
She fell asleep with a smile on her face. And she would have stayed that way, except some time later her phone began to vibrate beside the bed. She opened one eye. It was pitch dark in her bedroom except for the phone’s glow. She closed it again, deciding that the phone was unimportant. Not only was she sleepy, she was warmer and more comfortable than usual. Leo’s big body was stretched out beside her.
Heaven.
The damned phone buzzed again. Nobody called her in the night. In fact, she was pretty sure she’d set it to be silent after elevenPM, except for a couple of crucial phone numbers.
Crap.
Georgia woke up all the way now. If her phone was making noise, that meant it was important. She reached for it when the apartment’s buzzer rang. Maybe Becca was locked out?
She swung her legs out of bed, grabbed the phone, and padded into the living room. The phone’s screen saidMissed Call: Dad. She tapped redial. While she waited for the call to connect, she noted that Becca’s door was closed. So her roommate was home...
“Honey?” her father said into her ear. “Can I come up?”
“What? Why? It’s...” She couldn’t see any clocks. “Late,” she guessed.
He chuckled. “I know, and I’m sorry. But I went out drinking and missed the last train to Huntington.”
“Where’s your car?” Georgia asked.
“Can’t drive it,” her father muttered. “For a skinny guy, Nate sure can drink. I don’t know where he puts it.”
“You’re at the front door?” she asked, finally catching on.Her father intended to crash in her apartment. Where Leo was currently sleeping naked in the bedroom. Holy hell.
“Yeah, honey. I promise not to make a habit of this.” He gave a drunken chuckle.
Georgia leaned on the button which opened the door downstairs. “Tell me when you’re in.”
“I’m in.”
