His words make me swallow.“I’m building my own life, my own independence.”
“I don’t want to take that from you.I liked you from the moment I met you.I like you even more now.”
Clay’s expression softens, and I feel myself weakening.
He shifts forward.“Come here.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re not going to negotiate our relationship on opposite sides of the room.”
Reluctantly, I step closer.He pulls me into his lap.
That’s not what we’re doing.But when I feel his warmth, I’m not so sure.
I want to trust him, but this time, I can’t be stupid about it.
“I don’t want anyone to know,” I say.
He shrugs a shoulder.“Brooke already knows.Plus a few guys on the team.”
“The team?!”My brows shoot up.“Well, I don’t want Mari or Harlan to know.Not yet.”Not because I’m ashamed, but because I’d have to admit to my sister exactly how things started with me and Clay and how distracted I was during the days and weeks leading up to her wedding.
I expect him to argue, but he looks relieved.“The guys will keep quiet.And it’s better if Harlan and James think I’m entirely focused on basketball.”
“Because you’re still planning on making the jump to LA.”
“Eventually.It’s taking longer than I figured.”
I try not to think too hard about that.When I first met him, Mari’s wedding was our expiry date.This new one looming over us is messier because neither of us knows when it might come.
Somehow, it makes me bolder.
“If we do this, I want to be exclusive,” I say.
Clay brushes the hair from my face, stroking his thumb down my cheek.“So, no more Kodashians?”
I shake my head, and he laughs.
“What’s so funny?”I demand.
“I haven’t touched another woman since I laid eyes on you, Pink.”
Well, damn.Didn’t expect that to feel as good as it does.
“Okay, then.So, in public, we’re discreet,” I say.
“In private, you’re mine.”
Something about the way he says it makes me want to plaster my body to his and let him do whatever he wants with me.
He lifts my chin with a finger.“You like sneaking around with me.It makes you hot.”He brushes his lips over mine.
“That’s not true,” I protest weakly.
“I feel you getting wet.”His hand grinds against my pussy through my pajama bottoms, and my eyes drift closed.
His mouth and touch are destroying me, making every part of my body light up with pleasure.
