Maybe it was the endorphins from coming in his mouth, but Silas was special. Something about him seemed genuine and honest, even if both of us left out life details tonight on purpose.
I hoped today and tonight would be a nice memory for him too, and I’d try my best before I walked out his hotel room door later tonight or in the morning.
“Still ready,” Silas said, shaking his head with a tiny laugh as he slid his finger up and down my slit. “You’re really killing me tonight.”
The feeling was all too mutual.
He rolled the condom on and settled on top of me, easing in slowly as he studied my face.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said on a tortured groan as he started to move. Slow at first, so slow I could feel every inch of him as he thrust in and out until the mattress squeaked under us as he picked up the pace.
“Can you give me one more?” he grunted out, slipping his hand between us to rub circles over my clit. “Please, baby.”
Hot, great in bed, and so damn considerate.
Man, this was so unfair.
My second orgasm snuck up on me and tripped his. My body shook as he pulsed inside me, the second high even more mind-scrambling than the first. I melted into the mattress as he collapsed on top of me, both of us breathless and spent—or at least, I was. I had no idea how to move off this bed since I couldn’t feel my legs.
“That was…” I said, trying to draw the air back into my lungs to form words, not that I had any.
I felt his laugh against my chest before he lifted his head, resting his elbow on the pillow.
“That was what? I’m excited to hear what a romance writer has to say.”
I laughed, covering my eyes for a minute before meeting his gaze.
“Not what I expected to happen today.”
He smiled, his lips as raw and swollen as mine were, although his wasn’t from beard burn. I already felt the chafing on my chin and chest, but I didn’t mind. It felt good, almost like a souvenir.
A souvenir from a night and a man I never saw coming—and probably would never see again.
CHAPTER FIVE
SILAS
It had beena long time since I’d fallen into a sleep so deep, it took a few minutes to register where I was after my eyes popped open. That had been life on the road, especially during my last couple of years of playing. I’d never had any trouble acclimating to a strange bed, and I’d pass out the minute my head hit the pillow, enjoying a long and dreamless sleep until I had to play at whatever field in whatever city I’d been in at the time.
I smiled at Rachel’s soft sigh as she stirred next to me, cuddling into my chest as she rolled over. Maybe she’d forgotten where she was too, but my heart still seized when she reached for me in her sleep.
I tightened my arms around her, enjoying the last few moments before I had to let her go, the odd yet deep contentment that had washed over me when I’d woken up already dissipating to dread.
It was what we’d agreed on. I had my reasons and it had sounded like she had hers, so one night was our limit.
So why was it so hard to say goodbye to a woman I’d only known for a day?
I reached to grab my phone off the nightstand. Five a.m. glowed back at me before I set it back down. I had been sureit was earlier, judging by the pitch-black street outside the window, the soft glow from one streetlight seeping through the sheer curtains.
Then I recalled reading two o’clock on the tiny alarm clock next to the bed before we both drifted off to sleep.
I had a long day ahead of me and would pay for that later.
But it would be worth it.
I ran my hand down my face, still debating on telling her who I was. The press conference would be broadcast across sports channels and would be in the news for at least the next few days, ramping up again when the season officially started.
As a kid, I’d race to the newspaper we’d get delivered every morning to see where my favorite teams ranked in standings and would flip the paper over to get the big sports headlines from the night before.
