“What thing between us?” Of course I know what he’s talking about, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to acknowledge it now.
He loses a little bit of his smile. Definitely annoyed. “Knock it off, Reagan. You know exactly what I mean. When are we telling people?”
“We are not anything right now. You’re the one who wasn’t inthe room when I woke up this morning. You were out signing boobs in lobby!”
Knox sighs, a deep gritted annoying sound. “Because I’ve tried to give you distance, Reagan. I don’t know what you want from me. I’m done playing whatever game we’re playing.”
“I’m not playing a game.” My hands fall to my hips.
“Really?” He points out the door. “Tell your brother right now.”
“My brother?” The leastof my concerns is Remi. I don’t know how he’d react to Knox and me in a relationship, but I also don’t care. It’s always been about Knox and whether I fit the right type for his image. Snowboarders are known for dating a certain type of women. Marley doesn’t fit the profile. She’s too sweet. She and Remi both have taken flak for it from the media in the past. I mean she’s a freakin’ kindergartenteacher, for fuck’s sake.
“That’s the problem, right? You’re scared to tell your brother.” Knox’s voice rises in irritation. “Why is that, Reagan? Are you embarrassed of me? Don’t think your brother will think I’m good enough?”
“What are you talking about? You’re Remi’s best friend.” I lean a little forward getting as angry.
“You need to decide and quickly because I’m going to tell him.” We’repractically nose to nose, each of us leaning into the conversation.
“What is your obsession with Remi?” He and my brother have always been close, but this is a bit ridiculous.
Knox throws his hands up in the air. “I told you if we did this we weredoingit this time.”
“I don’t even know what that means!”
“I love you, Reagan. Why has it taken you so long to figure it out? I thought maybe youfelt the same way the last time we did this song and dance, but then you left! I couldn’t do it again. I refuse to be someone you hook up with every few years. I want more. We need more. I’m not going to do this unless we do it all the way. No looking back or falling. It’s you and me from here on out.”
“Would you shut up and kiss me?”
Knox leans back in surprise. “What?”
Looks like I need totake charge on this one. Even with his new position, Knox is bent over far enough my nose reaches his lips. I hold my head up and tilt my lips to his. With both hands I grab onto his shoulders to steady myself. He takes a step forward, matching my step back, and my knees hit the edge of the bed. We tumble backward, neither of us caring. My back hits the hard mattress — the Gold Medal officials don’tput a ton of money into the bedding — and Knox follows, falling on top of me. He braces his weight to one side and brandishes kisses down my neck from the top of my chest.
He reaches the collar of my tight-fitting T-shirt and pulls the edge down, stretching it. “Take off your shirt,” he mumbles in between quicker licks and kisses on the hollow indent of my collar bone — the one place that’s absolutelysure to send me into a pleasure spiral.
“Huh?” I mumble, lost in the haze of whatever he’s doing to my neck. “You take off your shirt.”
Knox chuckles. “Take off your shirt.” He tugs on the hem of my shirt, bringing it higher on my stomach.
I finally take the hint and sit up, pulling off the rest of the top. Crumpling it into a ball, I toss it on the end of the bed. “Don’t stop.”
Thankfullyhe finally, for once in his life, listens. Sucking on my earlobe, Knox pushes his hand into my bra, cups my breast, and tweaks a nipple with his thumb and first finger.
An unintelligible noise slips between my teeth, something between a moan and a whine as I pull him closer by his belt loops. I wrap my fingers around the top of his pants and fumble with his zipper wanting to get them open quickly.I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing to help. The energy between us crackles in the dry room. With the button released, next comes the zipper, and my fingers push his jeans lower until they reach his knees and I run out of space. My legs brush against his thigh and a wave of arousal rushes through me.
I need him.
In the corner small recess of my mind, my ears pick up the clicking sound ofa door handle turning, but it’s much too late before my fuzzy brain puts it together.
“Bro, you’re late for your practice run.”
The door swings open, making contact with the wall behind it.
“Oh my God!” our intruder screams like a terrified school girl even though no one on the planet would say he resembles one.
I hurry to move my body under Knox’s, using him as a protective shield. Maybemy brother hasn’t seen my face.
“What the fuck, Reagan?”
I guess he noticed. Knox’s eyes meet mine, his wide in fear, but a small smirk grows on his face like he’s almost happy about this. I tighten my lips into a straight line and narrow my eyes before twisting my head to look at Remi. He stands in the middle of the doorway his hands covering his eyes.
With a single finger, he points at wherehe thinks we are but is a few feet too far to the right. “Put on your pants! And find a fucking shirt, Reagan!”
The door slams shut and I drop my head back on the pillow. With Remi gone and the door closed, I laugh. Looks like we’re busted now.
“And don’t think we’re not going to talk about this!” Remi yells from the hallway, but there is absolutely no sound barrier and it feels like he’s standingbeside the bed.
Oh shit.
