Page 31 of Don't Fall for the Goalie
I pull out my wallet, keys, and… what the hell?
Slowly, I pull Peyton’s panties from my pocket.
I go completely still.
Fuck.
The delicate material hangs between my fingers while every inappropriate thought I’ve been trying to suppress all night slams directly into me again.
Jesus Christ.
I stare at them for a long second before tossing them onto my nightstand like they burn me.
Then I resume pacing.
That lasts all of thirty seconds before I stop and stare at them. Because now they’re just sitting beside my bed like some kind of twisted temptation.
My mind keeps drifting back to them, no matter how many times I try forcing it away.
This is ridiculous.
I’m twenty-three years old, not some horny teenager losing my mind because a beautiful woman exists downstairs.
Except Peyton Sinclair isn’t just beautiful. She’s funny. Chaos wrapped in blonde hair and attitude.
She’s also vulnerable right now. Displaced.
And she trusts me.
Instead of acting like a normal human being, I’mupstairs staring at her goddamn panties like a completely obsessed asshole.
I scrub a hand down my face.
“You’re losing it,” I mutter.
The problem?
I already know I lost it.
Seeing her wearing my hoodie tonight pushed me over the edge.
I climb into bed. I’m on my back, hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling.
That somehow makes things worse.
All I can picture is Peyton asleep downstairs, wrapped in my clothes, while I lie here as hard as a fucking rock thinking about her underwear, soft skin, pink lips, and the sound of her laughter in my kitchen.
“Fuck this.” The word leaves me rough and low.
Before I can think better of it, I grab the panties from the nightstand.
The second the soft lace wraps around my fist, every ounce of control I’ve been clinging to snaps.
My head falls back against the pillows as I palm myself through my sweats.
Peyton’s face floods my mind. Her blue eyes. Her smart mouth. The way she looked at me tonight like she enjoyed making me unravel.
I pull myself free of the material, working myself harder.
