I turn away to head for the bathroom.
I’ve made it about five steps when two arms wrap around me from behind. “I’m ready, Maverick. But only if it’s with you.”
Shit.
Apparently, I’ve once again underestimated this woman’s determination.
I knew it was a mistake to bring her with me on this trip.
Fucking Dylan. If he had just stayed in his own lane instead of interfering in mine…
“What do you say?” Her voice is certain with just a hint of the innocence that’s trademark Hannah.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hannah
Maverick’s hands cover mine where they’re resting over his hard abs.
Just as I think we’re on the same page, he slowly lifts first one of my hands, and then the other, off of him. He spins around and takes my hands back in his, but only so he can step back from me.
His eyes are filled with heat, and he squeezes them shut for a few seconds. When he reopens them, the heat is gone. Like it was never there at all.
I blink in confusion. “You don’t want casual sex? I’m making this very easy for you, Maverick. One night only. Just to get me over my broken wedding. Then, we continue the rest of the trip platonically.”
“Platonically?” Maverick’s voice hitches on the last syllable.
“Yes. Unless…” I clap my hands as my plan begins to crystallize. Being under the influence of alcohol is definitely giving me a confidence I don’t normally possess around men. At work, I’m comfortable with anyone, but when it comes to men, in a romantic sense, I’ve always been hopeless. But right now, I feel emboldened. “Unless we decide we want more.”
“More.” Maverick shoves his hands into his jeans pockets and takes another step back from me. “More…sex?”
“Yes.” I smile at him, sure he’ll see what a brilliant plan this is. “If we both enjoy the sex, then we can keep having it for the rest of our road trip. You can teach me stuff. Craig wasn’t very adventurous. I bet you would be.”
“Christ.” His hands fly out of his pockets only for him to jam them into his hair. “Hannah, can we table this conversa…”
“And then…” I continue as the beauty of my spontaneous plan fully unfolds in my brain. “We’ll part as friends once we hit Chicago. You’ll go off and become a big football star, and I’ll go get my Ph.D. Easy.”
“Easy,” he repeats.
“See?” I smile at him. “I knew you’d agree. So let’s get started.” I reach for the right strap of my sundress and drag it off my shoulder.
Maverick advances toward me so fast he’s a blur. He fixes the strap back over my shoulder, holding it in place. “Stay dressed, Hannah.” He sounds breathless. “Please.”
“How come?”
“You want to have this conversation tomorrow?” he asks me. “Fine. We’ll do that. I promise. But not tonight when you’ve been drinking. And I won’t kiss you for the first time when you’re drunk, either. That’s non-negotiable.”
I sigh. “God, you really are bossy, aren’t you? Are you like this on the football field?”
“Yep. I’m always yelling for the ball.” He flashes me a grin. “Because I know throwing to me gives my team the best chance to win.”
Well, he’s hot when he’s bossy off the field. I bet he’s twice as hot being the boss in a game.
“So, tonight…”
“Tonight we sleep.” He shifts me toward my bed. “Let’s go.”
He must be a damn saint because he turns around while I take off my sundress and slip into his clothes for the second night in a row.
