Burying my fingers in his hair, I tugged just enough to keep his attention.
“Then hurry it up because I’ve never been happier to be wrong.”
He swallowed thickly as his eyes caressed my face. The heat they held had simmered into a sadness that made my stomach hurt. I couldn’t imagine what he was going to say.
“Third, you’re wrong if you think this can happen between us. We’re teammates, and it’s not right.”
Loosening my grip on his hair, I refused to let go. I needed the contact of his skin on mine. “So you’re saying if we weren’t…?”
Carson nodded. “Yes. Mixing business with pleasure creates too many complications. We have to live together, work together, and travel together. And if anyone found out, it could end our careers.”
At the moment, I didn’t care about my career. In fact, I didn’t have one until after training camp. So I grinned at him.
“Technically, I’m not your teammate.”
Carson frowned and pulled back. “Technically, you are. Of course you are. Why would you think that? Even if you don’t make the first string, you’re still part of the team.”
I took a chance and skimmed my finger over his lips. Pulling down the bottom one, he leaned forward and nipped my finger, sending a pulse of electricity to my cock.
“Carson, I don’t sign my contract until after training camp. And I haven’t been paid so much as a dime. Until I do that, I’m not part of the Storm.”
He assessed me with a furrowed brow, then stood from the chair. My hands slipped from his body, leaving me feeling empty.
Pacing the area in front of me, his breathing labored as he weighed my words. I knew he was warring with the “correctness” of the situation before him. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he was an honorable man, and I didn’t want to ruin him. But I had to know what he was thinking.
“What’s troubling you?”
He stopped moving and pinned me with another emotion I didn’t know how to read.
“I’m your captain.”
I shook my head. “Not yet, you’re not. Currently, you’re my innkeeper.”
Carson groaned as he scrubbed his hands over his face. “Why are you doing this to me? Every bit of this scenario goes against what I have believed about my life. I don’t act on impulse. I think about things and weigh the pros and cons.”
I stood up and moved in front of him. Standing toe to toe, I needed him to see I was serious.
“I understand that. And I’m not trying to push you into something you don’t want to do. But think about it this way. Is going after the ball and making an interception an impulse decision?”
He frowned. “Yes. Why?”
“Do you think you would have made the play if you hadn’t gone for the ball?”
He scowled at me like I was nuts. “Of course not.”
I nodded as he threw his hands in the air. “Why are we comparing this to football? It’s not the same situation.”
I shrugged. “Maybe not. But if you never make a spontaneous decision, how will you ever know what might have been?”
Carson stopped pacing and glared at me. “What are you trying to say, Colin?”
I smiled. “I’m saying the season only lasts six months, and maybe you should think about the advantages of acting on instinct.”
Taking a step forward, I held his stare. “We’re both adults here. And we know the score. From the moment I arrived, you’re all I can think about. It’s not easy for me, either, having uncontrollable desire pumping through my veins.”
He froze but kept his eyes on mine. So I kept talking. “Tonight, I’m only your houseguest.”
His eyes darted back and forth between mine, searching for an answer. “What are you suggesting?”
