Page 93 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

"What?" I looked down. There were red lines where my hips had been pressed against the counter. I quickly pulled my yoga pants back up. "There's nothing to be sorry about, I liked it."

"Hmm." He knelt down in front of me and pulled the top of my yoga pants down slightly. He rubbed his thumbs along the red lines on my hips. He kissed one of my hip bones and then the other.

There was something so intimate about what he was doing. I wanted to bring up the fact that I said I loved him. But it seemed like maybe he really hadn't heard me. Or if he had, he was pretending he hadn't. So it was probably better not to press it.

"You know, I think you get horny when you're drunk too," I said. "And by the way, I said I get corny, not horny."

"Yeah right." He laughed as he stood up. "I think living with you makes me horny all the time. It has nothing to do with the fact that I'm completely wasted." He flashed me a smile as he sat back down on the sink. "And I can't even apologize for that, because I did that on purpose." He lightly touched the side of my neck.

I tilted my head to see my reflection in the mirror. "Oh my God!" There was a huge hickey on the side of my neck. "Why would you do that?" I put my hand over the hickey to hide it.

"I don't know, I'm drunk." He ran his hand through his hair.

I shoved his arm. "Rory, I won't be able to leave the house for like a week."

"Yeah, but you work from home." He raised his eyebrow at me.

"But I still go places."

"You can't be mad at me." He put his hand out. "I'm hurt."

I laughed and picked up the bottle of aloe. I squirted out a small amount of aloe and then gently ran it along the small burn mark on his finger. "Does it still hurt?"

"Now that my distraction is over, yes."

"Well, that should help." I wanted him to confess that he loved me too. But instead he just smiled back at me. "Do you think they heard us?"

"They definitely heard you." He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against my lips. "You were very, very loud."

I could feel myself blushing. "I can't go out there." I put my hand back over my hickey.

"Are you embarrassed that you're having sex with me?"

I laughed. "No, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." I swallowed hard. I was completely losing it. When I had been writing the article it almost seemed like I was playing the part of this super cool, confident person. But now I was just me again, saying stupid things like I love you to the sexy guy I only just started dating.

"I thought I wasn't even the best sex you've ever had." He put his elbows on his knees and leaned toward me.

"I may have lied about that."

He smiled at me. "Thank you for taking care of me," he said and looked down at his finger.

"Of course. That's what girlfriends do." I put my hands on his knees.

His lips parted slightly when his eyes met mine. But he didn't need to say anything. I could tell by the way he was looking at me that his ex-girlfriend had never taken care of him. It took every ounce of resolve in me to not repeat saying that I loved him.

"I'm really glad I answered your ad," he said. "And that you said yes."

"Yes to you moving in or yes to being your girlfriend?"

"Both." He pushed himself off the counter and placed a soft kiss against my lips.

Chapter 34

As soon as I walked out of the bathroom I almost screamed. Connor had The Post spread out on the counter and was flipping through the pages. No, no, no! "What are you guys doing?" I said way too loudly.

Jackson looked over at us. "Not banging in the bathroom when you should be entertaining your house guests. You could have at least let us watch."

Connor laughed but didn't look up at us.

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