His hands tighten around me, and I’m glad—my legs are trembling. I’m blinking so fast, the world around me is a blur. All I see is his skin, his eyes, and then…
He plants one last soft, small kiss on my lips and pulls back,slinging an arm around my shoulders as he hauls me back to his car. My knees are Jell-O.
“Safe travels,” Don calls over his shoulder to Luke. “Maybe try to win, next time.”
He opens the door for me, and I keep my eyes cast down, desperately trying to collect my thoughts as he walks around the car and slips behind the wheel. We sit there in silence. What just happened? I know whathappened, obviously. And I know something else, too—I want to sleep with him. Right this second, in this car.
I’m all over the place.
I keep my eyes locked on the glovebox, willing myself not to look up. He rests a wrist on the steering wheel. I glance to the side, and he’s staring straight ahead.Imagine climbing on top of him right now.
The last time I felt him inside me seems so far away. So tantalizingly close. Back then, I didn’t have all this extra shit to deal with—I just got laid, and that was that. I knowexactlywhy I decided to slam on the brakes, but it’s getting harder to bite down on just how badly I want to press myself against him and taste his lips on mine. I’m not going to, though.
“You going to hit me?”
I swivel around.
“I’m only asking because your fists are all balled up,” he adds. “And you just kind of… moaned.”
I look down into my lap and flex my fingers, cracking my knuckles. I need to get my shit together. Time to get back to the old, badass me.
“Care to explain why you decided to stick your tongue down my throat in the middle of a parking lot?”
“Maybe I should’ve gone for Berenson?”
“A little boy-on-boy action?” I run a tongue over my lips. “I wouldn’t say no to that. A classic enemies-to-lovers story—”
“I meant take a swing at him.”
“Oh, my bad.” I shrug. “So, why didn’t you? The game was over. Plus, he deserved it.”
I wanted you to go for him.
“Makes no difference. You can still get carded for shit that happens off court. I showed him that not only did we crush them—I also went home with the girl.”
“?‘The girl’? Wow, I feel so special.”
“I saw what he was doing during the game.”
“Really?”
I’m surprised. I thought he hadn’t noticed a thing, or worse—that he hadn’t cared.
“I needed to keep my game face on. Stay focused on the play,” he explains. “So, when I saw you guys talking in the parking lot, I thought it’d be a good way of getting my own back.”
“I feel so used!” I squeal. “Seriously, that’s so fucked up. What am I—a trophy?”
He looks at me. “Didn’t seem to bother you. You were practically purring back there.”
My eyes widen. Is he kidding me?Fucking purring?
“If you’re planning on hypnotizing me, too… It won’t work.”
“We’ll see about that.”
He laughs. “Damn.”
“Anyway, me and Berenson? We were just making conversation, killing time. Swapping thoughts on the game.”
