Page 52 of Playing to Win
I might be walking into a situation that’ll be tough for me to get over.
“That’s too bad,” he murmurs, his focus on the sweating beer bottle sitting on the table in front of him. He shreds the damp label with his fingers, peeling it off, and the more I stare at his hand, the more I start to squirm, imagining those fingers touching me everywhere.
Specifically, between my legs.
Clearing my throat, I try to clear my brain of all dirty thoughts lingering. I need to change the subject, fast.
“Are you feeling all right?” When he frowns, I explain myself more. “After you took that hit at practice?”
He makes a dismissive noise, leaning against the seat once more. “Oh yeah. That was no big deal.”
Athletes. They blow off any sort of injury all the time. Knox hurt himself a few years ago and told all of us he was fine. Yet in the end, he needed surgery. Because of course he did.
“Are you sure? How’s your head?”
“You wanna play nurse for me, Red? Make sure I’m feeling okay?” He’s teasing, his eyes sparkling and I can imagine tucking him into bed. Just before I slip in between the sheets and maul him. Take care of his…other needs.
And my own.
Okay, I am not one to just wallow in my dirty thoughts but being this close to him and all the innuendo in our conversation, has me fantasizing about him putting his hands on me again…
It’s got me thinking all sorts of thoughts. None of them proper.
“Is that your kink?” He sits up straighter at my question and I carry on. “Seeing me in a nurse’s uniform, my skirt so short you can see my panties every time I bend over?”
His eyes flare with heat. “I didn’t know it was a kink of mine but I like the image you just put in my brain.”
I start to giggle. I can’t help it. “I bet you do.”
“I figured you were the type to not wear panties.” I go still when our gazes lock yet again. “Since you’re not a big fan of bras.”
“Oh.” I swallow hard.
He grins. “That’s all you can say?Oh?”
I nod, struggling to find words.
“Well, I much prefer the image of you bending over me wearing no panties at all.” He grins, seeming very pleased with himself. “You have a great ass.”
My cheeks go hot. “Um, thanks?”
“You’re welcome.” His gaze shifts to my neglected beer bottle on the table. “You done with that yet?”
I clear my throat again. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I’m dying to leave with you.” He tips his head toward mine, his voice lowering. “Get you alone.”
“Yeah?” I feel stupid, but it’s like I can’t come up with anything else to say.
“Unless you don’t want to do that. And if that’s the case, it’s cool.” He leans back, spreading his arms across the top of the booth, his fingers drifting back and forth across my shoulder, making me shiver. “It’s completely up to you, Red.”
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I’m coiled tight,waiting for her answer. Anticipating a no because she’s probably come to her senses by now and figured out a thousand reasons why we shouldn’t do this.
But I’m dying to fuck her. Though it’s more than that. I haven’t even kissed her yet and I want to know what she tastes like. I want to see if her lips are as soft as they look and what might happen when I get my hands around her neck again. That’s a turn-on, knowing she likes that. I’ve never been into that sort of thing. Never even really thought about it.
