Page 27 of The Comeback

Chapter Fourteen

The Next Morning

Charlotte

The second Weston walks into the studio, I sense his presence. It’s crazy. I’m not supposed to get this excited about seeing him. Our sessions are becoming the highlight of my life.

But this isn’t one of our training days.

I step out of my office and force myself not to run across the wooden floor and wrap my body around him. “What are you doing here?”

“Coming to see you.”

As usual, he’s wearing shorts and a T-shirt. But it’s his eyes that make me swoon. They never leave me. It would be stalkery and creepy if it wasn’t so darn hot. What woman doesn’t want to have all the attention of a man?

But what happens in three weeks if he doesn’t make the team?

“How was practice?”

The corner of his mouth raises. “One step closer.”

“Yes!” I clap my hands together, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m across the room with my arms around his neck. “Congratulations. That’s the best news ever.”

“Thank you.” His face is serious as his arms wrap around me, holding me against his body. The feel of his solid form against mine is both exhilarating and comforting at the same time. Why does being with him feel right?

If I kissed him, would he kiss me back?

When his arms drop from me, I bite my bottom lip to keep from pouting. Don’t pout. You were the one that told him you couldn’t date each other.

But what if I’ve changed my mind?

“Damn it.” His eyes meet mine, and the heat in them singes me from the inside out.

He closes the gap between us and cups the back of my head as adrenaline rushes through my body. “I know we said we couldn’t do this, but I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so bad in my life.” His dark gaze is filled with a mixture of lust and awe. It’s the awe that does me in. I’ve been lusted after, but awe? That one is new.

I fist his T-shirt in my hand and pull him toward me. “We should kiss and see if the sparks are real. Our first kiss was over before it began. I bet there’s nothing there.”

“Yeah, it’s probably nothing. We can kiss and go back to normal. Where I’m not interested in dating anyone, and you don’t date football players.”

“It’s a bet.”

“So, we’re both betting it’s nothing?

“Yes.” I nod, like I know exactly what I’m doing.

His mouth claims mine. Oh, lord. My eyes roll back into my head. The first kiss wasn’t a fluke. Fire flames inside of me. His lips are soft yet demanding. I moan, and lights flash behind my eyes.

As his hands slide under my ass, he lifts me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist. One hand holds me in place as the other travels up my back and laces into my hair.

I groan, and his tongue dives between my lips. Lord, save me from myself because I’m about to do something crazy. I have class in twenty minutes, and I’m about to convince him that the best way to spend the next nineteen minutes is in front of the mirror, watching as he buries himself deep inside of me.

“That’s what I was afraid of,” he murmurs against my lips.

“What’s that?” I dig my fingers into his hair and pant as I try to tamp down the desire racing through my veins.

“We’re both wrong. And kissing you isn’t enough.” His lips trail along my jaw until he reaches my ear. “You drive me crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you, even when I know there’s no future between us.”

Hearing him confirm what we originally said is like an arrow through my heart. And not a Cupid’s arrow.

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