“Yes, right there,” she whispers.“You might have a backup career.You know, if this basketball thing falls through.”
I spread her wider, scraping my teeth lightly across her in retaliation.
Instead of squeaking, all she does is moan louder.
Well, fuck me.My sweet girl likes a little edge.
Her hands move to my head, her fingers tightening into my hair.I love it.It’s her way of telling me what she needs.
Tonight, I’m going to take my time.
There’s a knock on the other side of the windows.We can’t see through the curtains, but Nova’s eyes fly to mine.
“Ignore it,” I rasp against her skin.
But she’s torn between the interruption and me.
Fuck, that won’t work.
I shove to standing.
It makes no sense for anyone to be on the balcony.Who’d be crazy enough to…
I tug back the edge of the curtains and look through the glass.
Rookie.
Ignoring him isn’t an option thanks to Nova.
Murder isn’t much better, though tossing him off the balcony right now holds some appeal.
I slide open the door enough to talk.
“What’s up?”I ask in the most casual voice I can muster, the taste of Nova still on my tongue.
“I’m sorry about the game.I fucked up,” he says.
My foot brushes something—her leather jacket.I bend to grab it and toss it out of sight.
“And you couldn’t tell me another way?”
“I didn’t want anyone to see.”He hangs his head in shame.“Can I come in?”
I rub a hand over my face.“Hold on.”
I go back to Nova.I lean over and murmur in her ear, “It’s Rookie.I’ll tell him we’ll talk tomorrow.”
She grabs the waist of my pants.“Clay, this is important.Talk to him now.Otherwise, he’s going to lie awake all night feeling terrible.”
“Maybe he should.And I can keep you awake all night feeling better than you’ve ever felt.”
Nova reaches up to caress my neck.“As tempting as that sounds, I don’t want to come between you and your team.”
I want to tell her to forget him.Except…
She's so understanding.
It’s part of why I like her so damn much.
