“Don’t talk crap.”
“It’s your family, Ian. I have nothing to do with them.”
His jaw tightens.
“You do have something to do with them, Riley, always.”
“Jamie prefers not to celebrate, anyway. I think he’s going to meet up with a few other players who aren’t going home for Christmas.”
“You can’t be alone.”
“I like your family, it’s just that…”
“Come with me, Riley. I want you there.”
I sigh.
“Two days with the O’Connors. We could even stay there and sleep in my old bedroom,” he whispers suggestively in my ear.
“We can’t do it in your parents’ house, Ian.”
“Oh yes we can. Of course we can.”
He takes the mug out of my hand and sets it on the nightstand. Then he comes back to capture my lips in a passionate, boiling kiss before letting his hand fall between my thighs.
Oh yes, we can.
Of course we can.
