Kate:
Sod that. I’m in the same city. I’m coming to hunt you down.
I was still smiling like a deranged woman when Tyler walked back in with two steaming mugs. The rich smell of coffee hit me, then the sight of him, tattoos, bed hair, that unrepentant grin.
“What are you looking so smug about?” he asked.
I grinned up at him. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the six-foot Californian covered in tattoos bringing me coffee in bed.”
He smirked, setting the cup into my hands so the warmth seeped through my fingers. “Anything for my girl.”
My girl. Whelp.
The words knocked the air out of me. My stomach did another backflip.
“Tyler…” I said cautiously, fingers tightening on the mug. “Could we maybe keep this quiet for now?”
His brow lifted, but he didn’t look the least bit offended, just amused. “What, you don’t want the world to know I absolutely railed you last night?”
I swatted his arm. “It’s not that; I’m not embarrassed of you, Tyler. I just… I don’t want to look unprofessional. People already make assumptions about women in my job, and I can’t have it seem like I only took this gig to shag tennis players.”
He grinned. “Just how many of us are you shagging?”
The word sounded ridiculous in his accent.
I shoved his arm again. “You know what I mean.”
“Alright,” he said, lifting his mug to his lips and taking a sip. “I’ll be your dirty little secret, if it means I get to have you after hours.”
My grin softened into something warm. “Deal. Just for now. Until we figure this out.”
“There’s nothing to figure out about you, baby.” He propped a shoulder against the wardrobe, eyes bright with mischief. “But if you’re serious about keeping this under wraps we’re gonna have to get creative”
“Creative?” I narrowed my eyes.
He grinned lethally. “Yeah. Like sneaking into your room. Or dragging you into mine between rehab sessions. Or pulling you into stairwells when no one’s looking.”
I clenched my thighs, heat rising through my abdomen for not the first time this morning. “You’re ridiculous.”
He smirked. “Ridiculously good in bed, though. And I fully intend to remind you of that in every city, every hotel, every night.”
I hit him square in the chest with the pillow, my cheeks flaming. “You really are impossible.”
He stepped closer, brushing his knuckles along my jaw as I took a long sip of coffee, almost failing to swallow it with any dignity.
“Sweetheart…you’re the one naked in my bed. Impossible isn’t quite the word you’re looking for.”
Chapter 31
Tyler
Keepingmy hands off her all day had been torture. Actual, functioning-human torture.
It was our last day in Washington and she’d already snapped at me that morning for letting my hands wander on the physio table, which was fair, I’d absolutely got carried away. But god damn it I’d been itching to get to this point for weeks. It was hard not to when she was kneeling between my legs, pretending she was all business while her warm, dainty fingers worked my thighs like she didn’t know exactly what it did to me. Looking up at me through those dark doe eyes with that sly little grin, the one that had my dick in a constant state of alert over the past few weeks. Made all the worse now that I’d been inside her and knew exactly how she felt wrapped around me. How the hell was I supposed to stay professional after that?
Then came the rule briefing over breakfast:
No grabbing her ass in public. Easier said than done when she worethoseleggings.
