Once Upon A Half-Time 1(15)
“Don’t be a jerk.”
“Don’t be embarrassed.” He didn’t know when to quit. It might have been some of his charm, but it made him entirely infuriating. “You look really good wet.”
I reached over, adjusting his shower to spray ice cold. “Maybe you should focus on your interview?”
Lachlan leapt away before the icy water struck him. “You think I can focus? Hell, you’re lucky I’m still on my feet.”
“Then maybe you should sit, dog.”
“Leash me up, make me beg. Bark. Come.”
“You really do have a one track mind.”
He shrugged. “Only around you.”
“So why is it that you’re focusing on my tight end?”
Wrong question.
Lachlan dropped the soap and edged a little too close, encroaching into my shower. He leaned against the wall, one arm up, muscles tensed. That troublemaker between his legs poised for the attack.
“Do you have any self-control?” I asked.
“Not around you.”
I held my breath and squared my shoulders. I stood tall, but not nearly tall enough. Lachlan towered over me—strong, fierce, and totally naked. The water struck his body, raining against bulging and pitted muscles, tattoos and hardened skin. It dripped from his cock. Thick. Hard.
Pulsing.
“You’re not a very subtle man,” I said.
He liked that I noticed. “I don’t have to be. I’ll let you in on a little secret, Red. I want you.”
I glanced down. “Obviously.”
“No. You. Just you.”
“You mean you don’t hit on your teammates in the shower?”
Lachlan winked. “Jack doesn’t like it.”
“I’m siding with Jack on this one.”
He shook his head. “You can pretend, but you feel the same things for me.”
“And what’s that?”
“I’ve wanted you every minute of every day since you walked out of that hotel room.” His voice lowered, deep and rasping. “I was crazy to let you go, and I’ll be damned if you’ll get away this time. You’re the most beautiful and amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
And telling him that he was the sexiest and wildest man I’d ever been with wouldn’t have helped me resist those dimples. I swallowed, hard, tensing as he drew near.
“Every minute with you is an adrenaline rush—and it’s not just the thrill of the chase,” he said. “I don’t care what I have to do or how long it takes…I’m gonna make you mine again.”
I pressed against the wall, surrounded by muscle, dimples, his desire.
The reckless heat inside my core pooled too low, too fast, too demanding. The shower stung hard—fat, hot drops that delighted me with every prickle of the water.
If only it were cold.
Something to dull this ache.
Something to distract me from his lips, the shadow of his abs, the danger below.
We couldn’t be here, doing this, showering together, being so damn close in the middle of the locker room. If anyone saw…if anyone knew…
It wouldn’t be as bad as the photos I stole, but it’d be more of a scandal than either of us could handle.
I called his bluff. “You can’t want me that badly, Charming.”
His smile was cute. “I do.”
“It’s not going to happen. We need a little restraint.”
“I just need to touch you again.”
“But that would make this worse.”
“True…” His voice lowered, something husky but playful. “Better let me kiss you too.”
I saw where this was heading, and I wished it hadn’t twisted me in all the right places.
“Still a bad idea,” I said.
“Yeah. You’re right.” He leaned too close, whispering in my ear. “What can I do to change your mind?”
“Nothing.”
“You sure?” His words warmed. “What if I promise to be good—just have a little taste?”
There wasn’t enough soap in the locker room to un-dirty this man. “Why would I let you do that?”
“A good deed is its own reward.” Lachlan’s breathing became a growl. “Because I want to bury my face in that slit, haul you against the wall, and drink every drop of your pleasure.”
My mouth dried.
It shouldn’t have tempted me.
“But you’ve already done that,” I said. “Didn’t get your fill in Vegas?”
“I didn’t fill nearly enough of you. Let me do it again.”
I shook my head, amazed by his confidence. “Is this how it always is with you? You make a demand, and, because you’re Lachlan Reed, you get whatever you want? Is anything ever denied to you?”