It takes me ten and a half strides to make itto his door. I use the smallest steps possible, but eventually I reach it anyway. The walls are painted a dull white color, maybe not paint at all, just the first coat of primer. With my cell phone back in the snowsuit pocket, I use a gloved hand to knock on his door three times. It’s quiet, but loud enough that in his tight area he should hear it.
Only a matter of seconds pass but it feels likean eternity. I have at least four opportunities to turn around and head back to the elevator, giving up on this entire idea before Knox opens the door.
“What’s up, Little Bean. Er, I mean Reagan.” He opens the door wider than the small crack he originally spotted me from.
I take a step closer and push the door wider not wanting to stand in the hallway. “We need to talk. Let me in, please.”
Knox, wearing a pair of black pajama pants with the official Gold Medal Games logo on them, returns to the room and settles on the bed. You’re not supposed to wear the official Gold Medal logo with any other logos — there’s a lot of crazy rules during these competitions. I can never keep them straight — but Knox has taken it to a new level by not wearing any shirt at all.
Being a star athletehe’s not one of those guys who has to flex in order for you to see the muscle definition... everywhere. He wears those abs all the time. Six, maybe eight — I don’t want to get caught counting — line up in a nice little row on his stomach. It should be illegal to have actual abs, a hot face, and be a well-paid athlete. Does one man need all three? He could share a little with the common bloke. Theguys people like me end up dating.
“Were you on the hill? You know you can’t be on any of the trails in the dark,” he asks, his eyes trailing up and down over my outfit.
I probably do look ridiculous between the thick snow pants and puffy jacket. My accessories for the evening, a pair of mittens and a wool stocking hat, are still on my head and hands rather than having been taken off like everyoneelse does when they get in the building. But I needed to give myself enough time to make sure what I’m doing is the right choice. The more layers the better.
“We’ve known each other for a long time. Haven’t we, Knox?” I ask removing one glove and tossing it on the small desk they put in each room. I pop out a hip trying for sexy, but even Jessica Rabbit couldn’t make taking off a glove sexy.
He looks at me like he has a million questions to ask but is afraid. “Yes, of course we have.”
“Do you remember what happened a few years ago?” I remove the second glove and toss on top of the first.
“You’ll have to be more specific,” he says but then does this cute little nervous laughter afterward, which makes me think he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“The night we both had too muchto drink and ended up doing the horizontal mambo?” I pull the hat off in one fluid move, tossing it on the table as well and fluffing my hair. The whole point is to look sexy not like I touched an electrical outlet.
Knox laughs again, his nerves showing. “I’ll never forget it, but you were very drunk. I’m surprised you remember.”
The confession confuses me and I hesitate in my undressing. There’salways been a small part of me that assumed he forgot about our night together. What does it mean? He’s had memories for the last two years and didn’t do anything? Not even a suggestion he might remember?
It’s too late to back out now. I unzip the top portion of my jacket. “Well I’m not drunk tonight.”
Knox leans back on the bed. “No, it appears you are not.”
I finish unzipping the jacket.The sides fall open, but not enough to expose my naked breasts. “Do you want to try it again?” My hand shakes so I grab on to the bottom of the jacket ready to zip it back up or toss it over my shoulders depending on his answer.
“Right now?” Knox’s eyes are wide. His elbows locked, holding himself up on the bed.
I take that as a yes. I drop the jacket over my shoulders and allow it to fall tothe floor at my feet. “No time like the present.”
Knox gulps. “Are you sure about this? Because after the last time I want to make sure you understand what you’re getting into.”
Now is not the time or place to get into a discussion about the last time. I only have so much nerve built up. “I’m sure.” I unbutton and unzip my snow pants, shimmying them down my hips.
“No, Reagan, you have to beabsolutely sure. Because if we do this, we are going todothis.”
I have no idea what that means, but I’m not looking to find out right this moment. With the snow pants past my hips, I let go and allow them to drop to the floor before stepping out of the balled up clothes and placing myself closer to the bed.
A small distance away from the edge, I stop. “I’m yours if you want me. All you haveto do is come and get me.” There goes the craziest words I’ve ever said in my entire life. Immediately after I finish, I suck in a huge breath of air in case Knox decides sex with me isn’t what he wants at the last minute.
Thank the heavens he doesn’t. There isn’t time to expel my breath before he grabs onto my middle and pulls me on the bed. My head hits the pillow, bounces once, and then Knox’slips are on me. He lines us up, his hands sinking into my hair.
“So,” he says between kisses, “you agree that we’re doing this then?”
“Of course we’re doing it.” Like I came to his room naked to not do it.
Knox lowers his head, kissing my neck softly. His hands explore my body, his kisses detouring lower. His tongue licks against my left nipple and I moan. He sucks. My fingers catch in hishair and pull when my back arches off the bed. His head lowers and my fingers lose their grip as he trails a line of kisses across my pubic bone before dropping lower.
“How long have you been this ready for me, Reagan?”
