it,” he interrupted. Christ, what kind of scum
did she think he was, that he’d invite her like that and not pay for it? “I
wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t going to pay your airfare and you can stay with
me.”
“Oh.” She nibbled her bottom lip. “That’s nice of you, but I
can’t let you do that. And that’s not the only reason. I can’t just take off
like that.”
“Why not?” He lifted his chin. “Why can’t you go away for a
weekend?”
“Because…because…I just don’t do things like that.”
“I thought you wanted to have fun? Break loose. Living on
your own.”
She grimaced. “As you can see, I’m not on my own right now.”
“Your sister is an adult.”
Her brow furrowed and the lip-nibble continued. “I know. But
I should be here for her. And.going on a trip…that’s big. I…hardly know you.”
“It’s just fun, Remi. Right?”
“Yes.” Regret shadowed her eyes. “But I can’t. You need to
go and focus on your game, anyway. It’s probably better if I don’t come.”
He sighed. She was probably right. He didn’t know why he’d
suggested it. Nobody brought girls on a road trip. It was kinda crazy and he’d
be busy practicing, then playing. Boston was an in and out game, not really a
weekend.
“Yeah. You’re right.” He tipped his beer and finished it. “I
guess I should go.” He set his empty bottle on the coffee table and leaned
forward for a kiss. He’d wanted to touch her since he walked in the door, slide
his hands into that silky hair, feel her peachy-soft skin, get his hands under
that black turtleneck sweater, find out if she was wearing black lace underwear
again.
Christ, it seemed like ages since they’d slept together. He’d
been thinking about her for the last few weeks nonstop. When he’d seen her at
the school that first day, standing there all cute and little and big eyes full
of apprehension, he’d been happily surprised. When he’d found out she was a
teacher, that had just about put an end to the strange attraction he felt for
her. But his impulsive invitation out for dinner hadn’t turned out so bad. She
hadn’t made him feel stupid or lacking.
Even tonight. Although she’d been dismayed by the rough game
and his little wound, she’d listened to him talk about the game and hadn’t made
him feel stupid. She’d made him feel good.
He needed more of that. He needed to be with her. Bad. And
now her sister was down the goddamn hall.
Frustration rose in him as his mouth covered hers and he
fought to restrain the lust that made him want to toss her down on the couch
cushions and fuck her brains out.
She tasted sweet and warm, her small tongue meeting and
playing with his in a long, drugging kiss that had his head spinning even more
than the painkillers they’d given him earlier. He put a hand on her cheek, so
tiny and soft, and held her face while they kissed and kissed again.
“Remi. Please. Come to Boston.”
“I can’t.”
He wanted to growl. A small noise did come from deep in his
throat. He coughed and drew back.
“I guess I’ll see you Wednesday, then. At school.”
She nodded, mouth full and soft, eyes so turquoise blue and
clear he wanted to fall into them and drown in them.
“We’ll go out for dinner after.”
She tipped her head to one side and sent him a slow, so sexy
smile. “Okay. Dinner, I can do.”
“It is a school night.”
She laughed. “Yes, it is.”
“And I might end up dragging you back to my place after.”
Her eyes darkened to teal blue and she lowered her chin. “Promise?”
His dick hardened. He could have groaned. “Hell, Remi.” He
glanced through the French doors, and she caught his look and laid her palm on
his cheek.
“I know,” she whispered. “Wednesday.”
He stood and let her get his coat, and then he picked her up
and kissed her again at the door, lifting her feet right off the floor so he
could fit her to his body. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him
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