I giggled. “You did and you said it with feminine hygiene products. Move over, Prince Charming.”
He kissed me, letting his tongue make a leisurely exploration of my mouth. My hands slid down to his ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
He groaned. “Lake… hands off my ass unless you want me to throw you over my shoulder and haul your sexy ass downstairs.”
I kept my hands right where they were.
He chuckled, biting at my lower lip. “I have a love/hate relationship with your stubbornness of calling my bluff.”
“You love that I want you to haul my ass downstairs, butyou hate that you’re not really going to because as we speak there are people gathering out back for kid games.”
“Mmm… later. You’ve been warned.”
It wasn’t a warning. It was a promise, one that I intended to ride all night long.
I nearly criedwhen Cage drove me to the airport in his mom’s car the next morning. For some reason Minneapolis felt like reality, and Beijing and Portland were just a dream—the one that Cage Monaghan starred in as my leading man. Would my carriage turn back into a pumpkin when the plane touched down in Minnesota?
“I’ll fly back tomorrow. I’m already on Flint’s shit-list for being gone so long… and probably a few of my coaches’ too. Stay out of trouble.” He wrapped his arms around me as we stood by the curb.
“And by trouble you mean jail.”
“I’ll have Flint and Banks keep a close eye on you.”
“You ever going to tell me about Flint? Who is he?”
“He was a wide receiver at Nebraska, two years older than me. Called it quits after an ACL injury. Now he’s my agent, but the kind that goes above and beyond because we’re friends too.”
I rubbed my lips together and nodded. He grabbed my ass and squeezed it harder than I’d ever squeezed his. My eyes grew big.
“And should you see Flint before I get home, don’t be hitting on him.”
My head jerked back.
“And don’t give me that look like you don’t know what I’mtalking about.”
“I-I …”
“He told me the day he bailed you out of jail that you flirted with him.” He quirked a brow.
“He’s full of himself.”
“He said you called him handsome.”
I shrugged. “Well he’s notunpleasantto look at and his name is Flint.”
“You like his name?”
“Uh… yeah.” I looked up at him and smirked. “Are you jealous?”
He bit his bottom lip and nodded. “Maybe.”
“I like?—”
“Don’t you dare say you like me jealous. You think that now, but fair warning, guys don’t like to be jealous, and I make a living with my hands so busting them against another guy’s face is not good.”
He was right, but Oh. My. God. That turned me on so much I wanted to shove him into the backseat and have one last good-bye that would most likely have resulted in an arrest.
“Then kiss me like you mean it.”
