“Evan…”
He closed the distance between us, his lips finally dancing over mine for the first time. That first kiss was nothing like I’d imagined it would be, and trust me, I’d imagined it late at night when I’d shut off my professional ethics and I was alone in my room. I’d pictured something careful, like he’d test the waters a little first, but this wasn’t that.
Our first kiss contained desperation, relief, and weeks of denial that combusted into something uncontrollable. His mouth moved against mine with an intensity that stole my breath, one hand tangled in my hair while the other gripped my body, pulling me closer, eliminating the last few inches between us.
I felt dizzy as my hands found his bare chest. It was crazy. This was going to be the end of my career. This was…perfect.
I forgot all about his shoulder, all about the reason I’d come here to his room at midnight. All I could focus on was the taste of him, the way his fingers trembled as they traced down my spine, and the small sound he made when I bit his lower lip. I’d never felt anything like this before.
Evan pulled back, his breathing ragged.
“We should stop.”
“I agree,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath. “This is a terrible idea.”
We both stood there, wrapped together, looking into one another’s eyes.
“The worst,” he murmured, groaning as he met my lips again.
His hands found my hips, pulling me fully against him as he fell back onto the mattress. I followed him down, this new position even more intoxicating, his body solid under mine, his mouth trailing from my lips to my jaw, to the sensitive spot just behind my ear.
“God, Bianca…”
The sound of a door opening, followed by the sound of familiar voices in the hallway, shattered the moment between us, and reality came crashing back down. I was on top of Evan Callahan, my shirt pulled from my jeans, his hands on my hips, his lips on mine, his cock pressed firmly into me, and someone we both knew was in the hallway.
“Oh my god, we can’t…this can’t happen,” I said, pushing myself up off him.
“Bianca, wait a minute,” Evan said, sitting up.
I walked over, shoving things into my bag. If anyone saw me leaving his room at midnight, lips swollen, hair and clothing mussed, my father would find out. The entire team would know by morning, and every ounce of credibility I’d built would be destroyed.
“I’ve got to go,” I said, making my way toward the door.
The moment I placed my hand on the handle, I stopped, looking back at him, remembering the reason I’d come.
“God, right, I suck at my job… Your shoulder. Ice it, twenty on, twenty off. I’ll come up with a treatment plan tonight, but this can’t happen again.”
“Bianca…wait.”
I opened the door without thinking, stepping out into the hallway, and came face to face with Carter McNight, his hand raised to knock on the door across the hall as he stared at me. I watched as his gaze traveled from my face down to my disheveled clothing, and then he looked past me over my shoulder, his eyebrows lifting slowly and a tiny smirk appearing on his lips.
“Alan, working late?”
“Shoulder treatment. Evan was having some inflammation after tonight’s game. I was just…we were…medical assessment,” I finally spat out.
“Right…medical assessment. At midnight.” He smirked, and I knew he didn’t believe a word of it.
“It’s not…”
I knew there wasn’t a good way to end that sentence, so I stopped. That was when I heard Evan behind me curse softly.
“Nightly. This isn’t what it looks like,” Evan said, his voice tight and controlled.
“Really? Because it looks like the coach’s daughter just left your hotel room at midnight under the guise of medical treatment.”
Carter looked at me, then back at Evan.
“You know what? I’m just fucking with you two. This isn’t my business. You two are adults. I guess you should just be a little more careful about where you conduct your…shoulder treatments,” he said, winking.
