“You got Michael into Miles’s room.I can get you into mine.”
She laughs as she surveys my room, lifting the lid of the silver pail on the fridge.“Huh.There’s even ice in the bucket.”
There could be a groundhog living in the thing and I wouldn’t blink.
Nova loves me.
The woman I’ve been falling for since the moment she crashed into my life just said she feels the same.
After holding everyone at a distance for my entire life, now, my chest might explode.
Nova opens the drapes and peers outside.“Remember the last time we did this?”
“I told Rookie if he came to my balcony tonight, I’d push him off.”I come up behind her, and her body warms me.I place my hands on either side of her, my groin pressing against her back.
Her head turns, her profile sheer temptation.“I thought you’d forgotten about that.”
“Not for a second,” I murmur before claiming her lips from behind.
I need her alone.The words were like breaking through a dam.I can’t settle for telling her I love her.I want to show her.To prove it with every touch.
I press her against the window until she melts again.
“That first night, I knew you were different,” I murmur as I kiss a path down her throat, taking my time.
“Only because I called you on your bullshit.You didn’t know what to do with me.”
I spin and lift her, her skirt riding up as her legs hook around my hips.I’m used to lifting hundreds of pounds, and she’s nothing by comparison.
Nova grips my shoulders.Her body is sweet and soft, and I’m hard and hungry.
I set her down long enough to yank off her skirt.“I want you in my jersey and nothing else.”
Her pale skin shines in the moonlight, the curve of her breasts and swell of her hips making my throat dry with longing.I can’t see the freckles that dust her shoulders, but I trace them from memory.
I step back to her, my hands skimming up her sides.She sighs against my mouth.
Tonight, I’m going to take my time.
“Get the ice bucket.”
I wait for her to bring it over and open the lid.
Surprise flares in her eyes, coupled with curiosity.“What are you going to do?”
“You’ve been playing a basketball groupie the last few months.Let’s see if you’ve paid attention.Now, lift the jersey as high as it’ll go.”
She uses both hands to hold the shirt up under her arms.
I take the round ice cube, the large kind like you’d use in scotch, and rub it across the hardened tips of her breasts.“It’s all about assembling the right offense to get past the defense.”
When she shivers, her thighs clenching, I do it again.
I’m enthralled by the way her body pulls tight.She doesn’t hide from me, just watches me through lowered lashes.
“You haven’t scored enough this year?”she protests when I move it to the other nipple.
“Not even close.”
