Page 30 of Hot Stuff
She seems to match me every step of the way. When she’d done her little temptress thing in the bedroom earlier, I’d been helpless to stop myself from taking what she offered.
And I damn well took.
Hard and fast and then again.
How either of us managed twice in thirty minutes after the number of times we’d had sex last night is anyone’s guess.
Not that I’m complaining.
Nope. You won’t hear a word of complaint from these lips.
“Stop staring.”
“No.”
She throws her head back laughing and I grin. I’m not one hundred percent sure but I’d lay money on this being an Oakley not many see.
And I’m not talking about her being naked. Her physical nakedness isn’t what I’m referring to.
Last night, this morning, she’s given me the privilege of seeing her unguarded. Emotionally open in a way I’ve never seen.
I’m honored.
Humbled.
And so damn enamored that I can’t think of anything but her and fucking her again.
Both of which will happen over and over for the rest of my life if I have anything to do with it.
As I said last night, I’ll give up the head coach job if it means keeping her.
“I meant what I said.”
She picks up her coffee and arches an eyebrow at me. “You’ve said so much since we met.”
I have. “I’ll pass on the job if it means I can’t have you.”
“That won’t be a choice you have to make.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you to have both, and what I want, I get.”
“So confident.”
“I am. You know that.” She takes a sip then lowers her cup to the table. “What are your plans for today?”
The change of subject doesn’t bother me. I know she thinks the other topic is dealt with, and it is for us; it just remains to be seen how it goes down with the public.
With the league.
Sighing, I lower my mug and lean forward. “I know I can’t say anything about the Rogues yet, so I won’t, but I will be telling my sister and my best friend about my retirement and that I’ll be leaving New York.”
“Gannon Byrd, right?”
“Was that in your PI’s report?”
“Yes. Among other things.”
