Silas unlocked his door and held it open.
“Wow, you really meant it when you said that you had just the essentials.” I mused as I strode past him. “You have a couch, a TV, and a table.”
Silas had big windows from floor to ceiling in his living room but nothing on his walls. I’d been in hotel rooms that seemed more lived-in than his apartment.
The high ceilings in the hallways and large rooms with what looked like layers of paint on the walls gave it an older feel, but the Village always made older seem trendy.
“I really don’t need anything. I’m back and forth to the field and on the road. Decorating isn’t a big priority.”
I laughed when he shrugged.
“But maybe unpacking should be,” I joked.
“I am unpacked. Mostly,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve been focused on other things.”
“Are the Bats working you that hard?” I threw him a smirk as I set my purse down on his table. “You’re almost in first place, so you’re obviously doing something right. They should leave you alone so you can make this place not look so…sad.”
Silas’s mouth split into a grin, almost making me forget my downward spiral of panic.
“They aren’t working me that hard. I come home tired, and the last thing I want to do is hang up a picture. I mostly read and pass out.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my back to his front.
“Instead of getting after me for my bare walls, how about some dinner? Celebrate stop one of the tour,” he said, peppering kisses down my neck.
“It’s not a tour. And you don’t have to do that.”
“I’d suggest you eat something. It’s going to be a long night.”
I slumped against him as he smoothed my hair to the side and dragged openmouthed kisses across the nape of my neck. He slid his hands down my hips before dropping his head against my shoulder with a groan.
“I’ll bet this is Kent. Hold on,” he said as he dug his hand into his back pocket for his phone. “Sorry, just give me a minute.” He kissed my cheek and turned around to press the phone to his ear.
I ambled past his kitchen, the sink and stove shining as if they’d never been used, and padded down the hallway. His bedroom door was open, his jersey hanging on the top of the door. I spotted a king-sized bed, a dresser, and a small closet with sliding doors.
Even if the bedroom was as plain as the rest of his apartment, the bed looked cozy and comfortable. My gaze snagged on his jersey as an idea came to me.
I stepped out of my shoes and slipped my dress over my head. Peeking behind me to make sure I wasn’t in front of anopen window, I peeled off my bra and underwear and grabbed the jersey off the hanger.
I’d never dated any jocks in school, but I’d always found it stupidly romantic when a football or baseball player’s girlfriend would wear their jersey. When Silas told me I could only wear his jersey to the field, my teenage heart did a major flip-flop in my chest, even though we’d been trying to keep each other at a distance at the time.
But this was hisrealjersey. I could smell his spicy cologne along the collar as I wrapped it around my naked body, my nipples tingling when the material grazed them. I’d just come in his car not twenty minutes ago, and my body was already aching for more.
“Hey, sorry.” Silas’s voice echoed down the short hallway. “Kent likes to check in after road trips?—”
Silas stilled, his scruffy jaw going slack as he raked his gaze up and down my body.
“Holy shit,” he breathed out.
“I had an idea and an opportunity,” I said, lifting a shoulder. I wasn’t tiny, but the jersey managed to dwarf me, the hem hitting my knees.
“Did you now?” Silas whispered, his voice dark and dangerous as he pulled me to him by the loose collar.
“I mean, I already have a Jones jersey,” I said, darting out my tongue to wet my parched lips.
I’d wanted a good reaction from him, and the feral gleam in his eyes was exactly what I’d been looking for.
“But this hits a little different. Watching you wearing this during all those games…” I skated my hands down his chest. “It’s like you’re all over me. I guess I wanted the fantasy.”
