Breakaway by Kelly Jamieson Page B

and his dick surged and hardened even more. “Ah, Remi,” he groaned against
her mouth.
    A throat clearing had him lifting his head to see Jasmine
standing there, staring at them open-mouthed. He let Remi slide down his body
to the floor and grinned. “Just leaving,” he told Jasmine. “Night, Remi.” He
brushed one last kiss across her mouth before leaving.
    Outside, he left his coat undone, letting it flap open as he
strode toward his Jeep. The chilly March night air would hopefully cool down
his overheated body. Jesus. A warm feeling of well-being simmered inside him
along with frustration. He’d wanted to see her and he had. They’d talked and
somehow she’d made him feel less pissed off at himself, somehow she’d made him
feel like it was so easy, they’d win their next three games and be on top of
the world. He was on top of the world right now as he walked to his Jeep, the
nearby streetlight reflecting on chrome and sparkling off the glass, the
neighborhood quiet and dark and peaceful. He took a deep breath of cool night
air and let it out. She made him feel on top of the world—but he wished he were
on top of Remi.

Chapter Seven
     
    All through dinner Wednesday evening, all Remi could think
about was going back to his place and having hot sex with him.
    She clenched her thighs together as she ate, drank three
glasses of wine to wet her dry mouth and pushed her food around on her
plate—fabulous shrimp, but who cared—trying to keep her mind off Jason’s body.
Naked. Over her. Under her. Inside her. Her womb clenched hard at that thought
and she trembled.
    They emerged from the restaurant on Michigan Avenue, a
trendy upscale place that apparently wasn’t far from Jason’s apartment. Jason
put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close, then bent to kiss her
cheek. His mouth felt warm in the cool night.
    Then a blinding flash exploded in front of Remi’s eyes. She
made a small sound and put a hand up. “What was that?”
    “Shit.”
    “Hey, Jase!” a voice called. Remi couldn’t even see who was
talking to him, blinking at the spots in front of her eyes. “Is this your new
girlfriend?”
    She shook her head and looked up at Jason. He didn’t answer,
just smiled grimly and took her arm, hustling her up the sidewalk.
    “What’s her name?” the voice called from behind them.
    “Who is that?” she huffed.
    “Reporters.”
    “Huh?”
    “News reporters. Sorry about that, Remi. I had no idea they
were out there.”
    “Uh…” She sucked in oxygen as she practically ran to keep up
with his long-legged stride. “What did they want?”
    “Pictures. A story.”
    “About you?”
    “Yeah.” He laughed and slowed his stride. “I know it’s
crazy, but sometimes they follow me around.”
    Holy crap. She hung on to his arm as they walked around the
corner and then into the entrance of the high-rise that housed his apartment.
    “Stop.”
    In the elegant lobby, all marble and glass and brass, she
planted her feet in her high-heeled boots and didn’t move.
    “What’s wrong?”
    She threw out a hand. “This. This is what’s wrong. Look at
this place. There are reporters following you around. Paparazzi, for god’s
sake.”
    “Uh…”
    With his lips parted, thick brows drawn down and that
butterfly bandage still on his forehead, he looked adorably confused.
    “This is just one more reason why I should not be doing
this.”
    “What is? Why? What are you talking about?”
    “Your life. It’s…crazy. It’s…I don’t even know. This is just
so not me, Jason.”
    He put his hands on her shoulders, heavy and warm even
through her coat. “Remi. It’s not that big a deal. I just rent this apartment.
It’s close to the arena.”
    “Phhhhht.” She couldn’t even guess how much an apartment
like this cost, but it was probably close to her whole month’s paycheck.
    “And the reporters…well…you get used to it. It’s kinda cool.
They don’t stalk me like I’m Britney