But it’s what he says when we eventually catch our breath that has me falling a little in love with Damon Connors.
“Nowthatwas a sundae.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
Damon
Fuck,she’s beautiful, even in the morning.
Sunshine pouring in through the windows, creating patterns on her skin I want to trace with my fingers and tongue.
But we were up late last night.
Enjoying that first sundae, chasing it with pizza and beer, then enjoying the second sundae I ordered for her just as much—even though she was the one eating it.
Of course, because she was licking it off my naked body, I wasn’t complaining.
The only thing we didn’t get to was the bath.
But I have plans for that…preferably the jetted one in my master bathroom after I’ve sent my sister away for a long weekend.
Now, though, she’s out, as inoutso I’m going to let her sleep while I get some fresh clothes and then search out some food for us.
She’ll have work to do—she always does.
So food and work and then I’m going to sweep her away for something fun.
Because she hasn’t had enough fun in her life.
Bending, I press my lips to her naked shoulder, smiling when she sighs and burrows into the pillows, then quietly dress in my stiff and sticky clothes.
I snag the keycard from the dresser, shove it into my pocket, and slip from the room.
Unfortunately, my focus on that slipping, on closing the door quietly so as not to wake her up means that I don’t make sure the hall is clear.
And because of that?—
“Hey.”
I miss that one of my players, Colt, is behind me.
I jump, nearly undoing all that slipping and quiet then turn to look at the power forward.
He’s studying me with shrewd brown eyes—eyes that flick down to my chest and pants—before coming back up to mine.
“Morning,” I mutter.
He’s silent for a beat then says, “Yeah, seems like you had a good one.” He smirks. “Or a good night anyway.”
Before I can comment on that, he starts off down the hall.
“Right,” I say under my breath, thankful he’s not going to make this anymore awkward than it already is.
Then again, I’ve seen the parade of women flowing in and out of his hotel room.
The other man has no room to talk.
A door slams down the hall and I shake myself.
