Page 101 of Playing for Keeps
A huge grin breaks across my face. “Seriously?”
She nods, and I leap off the stool, striding over to her. I take the spatula from her hand, set it on the counter, and wrap myarms around her, lifting her up until her legs circle my waist. I spin us around, both of us laughing.
“What are you doing?” she says between giggles.
“Celebrating! When can I put in an offer?”
She kisses me lightly, her smile still wide. “I’ll make the call Monday.”
“I want it, Ivy. Offer the full asking price, okay?”
“Okay.”
“You love it too, right?” I ask, needing to be sure. I know it might be soon to think this far ahead, but if there’s even a chance she’ll live there one day, it has to feel right for her too.
Her eyes meet mine without hesitation. “I love it.”
My smile deepens. “Perfect. I can’t wait to get you that enormous Christmas tree you want for the entryway.”
“Really?” she asks, her eyes wide, and I nod
“I love that you love it as much as I do.”
She smiles and kisses me again. “Now, put me down so I can make you breakfast. I need to feed my man.”
I chuckle and reluctantly lower her to the floor. As she turns back to the stove, my eyes drop to the curve of her ass peeking out from those little shorts. As gorgeous as she looks in a tank and barely-there sleepwear, I suddenly want to see her in something else.
My jersey.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, heading to my bedroom. I dig through a drawer in my closet until I find one. When I return to the kitchen, she’s plating up the pancakes.
“What’s that?” she asks, nodding to my hand.
“One of my jerseys. You said you wanted another, remember?”
Her smile spreads slowly. “I did. Want me to put it on?”
I nod, and she takes it from me. Turning away, she pulls off her tank and slips the jersey on, then reaches under the hem and shimmies out of her shorts.
Seeingmyname stretched across her back is even hotter than I remember, especially now that she’s mine. She turns to face me, my number bold on her chest, and it knocks the breath from my lungs.
I cross the room and wrap my arms around her, pulling her flush against me. “Do you haveanyidea how sexy you look right now?” I growl in her ear.
She tilts her head instinctively, and my mouth finds the skin at her neck. I nip lightly just beneath her ear, kissing along her jaw. Her breath hitches, and I feel the sound more than hear it.
“Jesus, Wyatt,” she moans.
I pull back slightly, rubbing the back of my neck with a sheepish smile. “Sorry… I can’t seem to keep my hands off you. Now that I finally have you in my arms, it’s like you’re a drug, I can’t get enough.”
She meets my gaze and smiles. “I feel the same,” she admits, her voice a little shy.
Hearing that sends a rush of warmth through me. “I love hearing you say that.”
She rises on her toes and presses a kiss to my lips. “Let’s eat… and maybe after, we can watch a movie in bed?” Her cheeks tint pink, and God, I love how sweet she is. This is all new to her, and the fact that I get to be the one she experiences it with hits me right in the chest.
“Okay, baby,” I murmur. “That sounds perfect.”
We sit at the breakfast bar, eating the pancakes she made. As I watch her, my mind drifts back to the conversation she had with Ashlyn.
