I smirk to myself seeing her regain her composure.
“Are you okay there?” I tease.
Her eyes dart up to me like daggers and she shakes her head as she pulls away.
“Not cool.” She laughs, fanning herself. “Stop trying to get me all hot and bothered while I’m trying to workout.”
“Just making sure everyone in here knows you’re spoken for.”
Summer places her hand on her hip, narrowing her eyes at me in a stare.
“There’s no one else in here.”
“No?” I glance around the empty room, seeing the TV’s play to a bunch of empty machines.
“But you knew that.” She tugs at my t-shirt as she walks by me, leaving a devilish smirk behind.
Summer sets her water down next to the free weights and picks up the set of dumbbells as I watch from where I’m standing.
“Come on.” She gestures her head toward me. “Don’t make me workout alone.”
I really should take it easy, I already know my joints need some rest before the game on Sunday. The team trainer took a look at me the other morning and made me lie on the table for almost an hour while she tried a few different things to relieve some of the pressure my legs have been feeling.
Sweat trickles down Summer’s chest as I stand in front of her. I did the bare minimum today—mainly spent my time staring at Summer, realizing how strong and resilient she is. Fuck, watching her is motivating as hell.
“My legs are dead,” she says, leaning herself against the wall.
Her blue eyes gaze up at me as I inch closer to her and she lets my hands cup the back of her thighs. On a whim, I lift her up, pressing her against the wall and her legs instinctively straddle around my waist.
I can feel my cock throb at the feel of her body against mine. She feels like fucking heaven in my arms. Like the other night in her bed, I just didn’t want to let her go.
“Did you walk here or drive?” I ask.
Her fingers feather against the nape of my neck, a touch I’ve grown to fucking love.
“I walked. It was my cardio.”
“Want me to drive you home?”
“Where’s CeCe?” She asks.
“Her and my mom took on the project of cleaning out her closet.” I laugh. “But then they were going to see Abby.”
“Mmm.” Summer leans against me and then pulls herself up closer to me.
“Sure, you can take me home.”
“I need to grab the keys to my truck first, hold on tight.”
With her body still latched onto mine, I take us upstairs to my apartment where my keys are sitting in the bowl near the door. Summer shimmies down from me quickly.
“Bathroom,” she says, pulling her hair from her scrunchie and walking down the hall. I watch in confusion as she passes the bathroom in the hallway and walks toward my bedroom. My door closes behind her and I give her a minute, waiting for her to come back out, but that doesn’t happen. Instead, I hear my shower turn on.
I waste no time walking down the hall into my bedroom, quickly glancing in CeCe’s room and seeing it’s empty. It’s a disaster, but an empty disaster. As I walk in my room, I’m met with pieces of discarded clothing. Socks, a tank top, a pair of leggings all leaving a trail to the bathroom door that’s closed. The dim light is on when I slowly push the door open. Steam from the shower hits me immediately and my feet land on a sports bra on the tile followed by a pair of underwear. When I glance to the right, I can see Summer’s outline in the mirror as she stands on the other side of the glass shower.
My head swivels to the fogged glass and I can make out the shape of Summer’s figure. The curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts. I’m staring. Caught completely in a trance. How the fuck could I not? She’s a damn vision clothed, but undressed? She’s incredible.
Without a word, she slides open the door and points the shower head to the side so water doesn’t spray out. She steps aside, standing there showing every piece of her to me. My eyes work their way over her skin. Her taut nipples, the redness of her shoulders where the warm water is hitting.
