She dabs at it with the damp cloth, but it only spreads. “If you take it off, I can spot clean it, and we can dry it with my hairdryer.”
I lift a brow as her cheeks flush.
“Are you asking me to take myclothes off?” My voice comes out rough, and I swear the temperature rises at least fifty degrees.
She licks her lips, and for half a second, I imagine leaning in and tasting her. Then I remember what happened the last time I kissed someone, and my body stiffens.
“It will take me five minutes,” she insists, forcing her gaze to meet mine. “I feel terrible.”
Guilt settles in my stomach for two reasons: the improper thoughts I’m having about my teammate’s stepmum, and for teasing her when she’s only trying to help. I hesitate, then pull my shirt over my head.
“Oh mon Dieu,” she whispers.
My heart stops beating.
When my gaze meets hers, I murmur one word. “Pixie.”
Chapter 13
Juliet
I’m frozen. Unable to speak, unable to move.
All I can do is stare at the familiar ink covering Blake’s naked torso.
“Pixie,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire, but also laced with pain.
Holy shit.
My heart races as I reach up and trace the tattoo above his left pec, trailing my fingers over the intricate branches that spread over his warm skin.
“Striker,” I whisper.
Swallowing, he takes a step towards me and tucks my hair behind my ear, resting his palm on my cheek. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, and my tongue follows the path.
A soft groan falls from his lips, heating me from my head to my toes. Without realising we’re doing it, we inch closer until our breaths mingle.
“We shouldn’t…” The low tenor of his voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“No, we shouldn’t.” I don’t move away.
“You should tell me to stop.” His lips ghost over mine.
I should, but I don’t.
Instead, I slide my hand around his neck and pull him down to meet my lips in a bruising kiss. My pulse thunders in my ears as Blake backs me up until I hit the vanity, his tongue meeting mine in slow, confident strokes. I love that he’s taking control, and I submit to him.
His body presses into mine, and I whimper, desperate for more. I play with the hair at the nape of his neck as my other hand grips his waist, his skin feverish to the touch. His fingers tangle in my hair as he deepens the kiss, devouring my mouth.
I’m completely lost in his orbit, and it takes a second for me to register the clearing of a throat. Blake jerks away, dragging a hand over his face as I peek around him to find Quinn standing in the doorway, her lips tugged into a smirk.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she says in a tone that says that’s exactly what she meant to do.
Blake backs away from me, snatching his shirt from the vanity. “I should, uh…” He gestures at the doorway where Quinn is still standing.
She moves out of his way, and he squeezes past her, his blue eyes meeting mine before he disappears back to the party.
I slump against the vanity, my fingers drifting over my lips, which are still tingling from his kiss.
