Her lips twitch. “Two truths and a lie.”
“What?” I tug at my hair, groaning. “I don’t want to play a goddamn game right now, Adeline. I don’t want you to go on thisfuckingdate.”
One side of her mouth hitches in cocky amusement at my spiraling.
It’s sexy as fuck.
She holds up a thumb. “I’m not getting dressed for Scott.” Her index finger. “I actually have no interest in getting dressed at all.” Her middle finger. “I’m not your coach anymore, Hanson.”
The flirtatious, raspy tone pulls at something deep inside me, making it hard to breathe.
“I don’t know which one is the lie.”
Her eyes flare, humor swimming there. “None of them are.”
My heart rate quickens and hope floats right up my throat. “You’re not going out with Scott?”
She shakes her head.
“And you don’t want to get dressed?”
I take a step closer, and of its own volition, my hand reaches for her jersey. I tug her closer and grasp her waist.
When she doesn’t pull back, relief cascades through me.
“Nope,” she says, voice soft, pupils dilated.
I swallow audibly. “And you’re not my coach anymore.”
She grins, her tongue peeking out. “No, I’m not.”
“Fuck, Adeline. Tell me to stop, because I’m one breath away from fucking you against this door.”
She bites down on her bottom lip. “There’s a perfectly good bed in either of our rooms.”
That’s all it takes to break me. My mouth crashes against hers and it’s like I’ve finally been set free. Her lips are soft, but her whimpers are loud and unapologetic. Her fingers dig into every inch of me she can find. She scratches at my bare chest, the moan escaping her enough to make my head spin.
I cup her cheeks and hold her still for a second. “Addie, baby.”
She smiles. “Thought you only called me Adeline.”
I lick her lips and her eyes roll back. “Shut up for two fucking seconds, please.”
The sound of the giggle she lets out goes right to my goddamn dick. Fuck, I love this woman. And I want her more than anything, but I need to know this is more than a hookup. More than her scratching an itch.
“Adeline, I’m hanging on by a thread here.”
Smile softening, she reads me like only she can. “I’m yours, JJ. Call me whatever the fuck you want, just know: I’m yours.”
That’s all I fucking need to hear. Our mouths fuse together again, and this time I’m the one desperate to touch every inch of her body. I slip a hand beneath the jersey, and when I find nothing but skin, I hiss. “Adeline fucking Langfield, you aren’t wearing any panties.”
She grins against my mouth. “Seemed pointless.”
With my face lifted to the sky, I groan, and in French, I praise the heavens above for her perfection.
“Tu es mon paradis,” she whispers back to me.You are my heaven.
I smile at her words. At the way she learned French because of me. For me. I was so fucking foolish, not realizing what I had all along. Not seeing that I could never get over her.
