Page 19 of Hot Stuff
I’m cautious, often calculating, when it comes to the men I sleep with.
Usually, it’s sex. Only sex.
But with Walker, I knew before I dropped that towel it was more than sex. More than two people giving in to the chemistry sizzling between them.
I don’t believe in love at first sight—lust at first sight sure, but love? And I’m not saying that’s what this is. Even with the investigation the PI did, I don’tknowWalker.
And yet…
I do.
It’s the most discombobulating sensation I’ve ever felt.
It should be scary, and in some regards it is, but I’m going to embrace it.
Things could blow up in my face—in our faces now that he’s agreed to take the head coach job with the Rogues, but like I said earlier…
It will be worth the risk.
Wewill be worth the risk.
Walker
If someone told me a week ago I’d be here, in this tub with a gorgeous woman in my arms, I would have laughed in their face.
Hell, if they’d told me a few hours ago, I’d have done the same.
But Oakley is unlike any woman I’ve ever known.
She’s not the first competent, successful women I’ve met, or the most beautiful for that matter.
Playing a professional sport has had me surrounded by good-looking accomplished women for years. In all that time I’ve never encountered one who triggered the reaction Oakley does.
It feels like I’ve known her forever. And yet, there is so much about her I don’t know.
I didn’t bother Googling her. Don’t get me wrong, I was tempted. But then, Oakley tempts me on so many levels.
Personally, professionally.
I want this woman.
I want what she’s offering me.
And if I’m honest, since my injury I haven’t felt this at ease or pumped up.
Just being with her smooths out the turbulent emotions I’ve been dealing with the last few months and excites me in a way I haven’t been since we landed in the playoffs last season.
Shit, even last season’s success didn’t have me thrumming with anticipation the way Oakley’s offer does.
“What are you thinking about?”
Her soft voice floats around us almost like it’s part of the steam hanging in the air. “You.”
“Oh?”
I squeeze her a little tighter. “You’re an incredible woman.”
“Thank you. But I doubt that’s what you were thinking about.” She tilts her head back to look at me, the arch of one eyebrow voicing the question her mouth doesn’t.
