Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(64)

"Is that really what you want?"

"Tell me what you want." I kissed below her neck. The shirt hung loosely  from her shoulder. "What did you think about this week besides punching  me?"         

     



 

I could tell she was hesitant to tell me. "Come on, we're both out on a ledge here. Talk to me."

"All right. I thought about you before I fell asleep and when I woke  up." Her voice quieted. "I thought about how I felt when you kissed me.  And how I wished you were next to me in bed. But not just the sex. God,  this sounds like I'm a complete sexpot."

"Hey, no it doesn't. Keep going."

"It sounds crazy, we don't even know each other that well. But I missed  your voice." She ran a hand along my jaw. "And your hands." She threaded  her fingers through mine. "And the way you make me laugh in the middle  of a stupid argument. All of that."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Why not? We've already stripped this thing down to nothing."

"Can I go home with you tonight?"

"See? I knew it was about sex." She sat back a little, balancing on the hold I had on her lower back.

"The sex is fucking incredible," I growled against her ear. "Thinking  about it right now makes me want to take you here on this beach. I don't  care about the bonfire. I wouldn't care if someone walked over here.  But no. I want to go home with you. I want to spend the night with you.  No sex. I swear. I want to be with you, Syd."

She peered at me. "I don't think I believe that."

"Before this turns into one of our games or challenges, I'm trying to  tell you, Sydney, that I'm interested. I'm not a relationship guy. I'm  not going to pretend that I am. You know that's not me. So when I say I  want to see where things go, I'm trying to tell you I see you in my  life. I want you in my life. I want more than sex. As much as it's  killing me to even say that." I grinned.

"Where is all this coming from?"

I shrugged. "I don't want to let you go tonight. When I saw you standing  by the water I had a choice to make. I could walk away and we'd never  get this figured out, or I could do this. I could talk to you. Tell you I  want you. Show you how much I'm willing to try."

"You really feel all of that?"

"I do." I planted a kiss on her shoulder. "But you have to tell me. What do you want?"

"I don't want the games either. I can't be the perfect girl who fits in  your romcom scenario. It's not me. I have too many opinions. We're going  to fight. We're going to argue about things. Don't you think we'll  drive each other crazy?"

"I like arguing with you. Keeps things unexpected." My hand slid up her  back. Good God, she wasn't wearing a bra. I had to take a deep breath.

"But what happens when we cross signals again?"

"Then we talk, baby. Just like this." I brushed her hair away from her face. "We talk."

I didn't want to waste another syllable. All I could think about was  showing her what she was doing to me. How much I missed her. How I loved  making her feel good. I swore if she would do this, I would prove to  her I could be trusted. I wouldn't scare her again. I wouldn't walk  away.

"I want to, Mason. But we've already gone so fast. Too fast probably.  And when you touch me, I can't think. It feels like I'm supposed to be  wrapped up in you and that shuts my brain off. I want you all over me. I  don't want to talk. I don't want to think, but we have to figure it  out. I can't live in this hot and cold world we started. It's too  confusing."

"Come on." I shoved her off my lap and pulled her to a standing position. "I want to show you something."

"Where are we going? I have no resistance where you're concerned," she warned.

"I have an idea, but you have to trust me for another five minutes. Can you do that?"

"Maybe I should set a timer," she joked.

We walked along the beach, the lights of the high-rise hotels coming  into focus as we approached. There was a band playing at one of the  tikki bars. The reggae music drifted over the dunes to where we stood on  the beach.

I halted her, the waves washing over our feet. Sydney looked at the scene in front of us. "I don't get it."         

     



 

"This is what I do. This is my life." I stood behind her, the towers  rising above us. "One day I might own this entire stretch of beach." The  buildings were lit up like Christmas trees.

"Ok. I know you're ambitious."

"No, not ambitious. I'm certain."

"And what exactly does this have to do with you and me?"

I walked from behind her, and stood facing her so that my body blocked  her view of the hotels. "Right now I only see you." I traced the side of  her face. "But it doesn't mean what's behind me doesn't matter to me. I  need help figuring out how to do both, I guess."

I could see it. The battle within in. She wanted to say yes, but we had  scared the shit out of each other. Things started out too hot too fast,  and now we were trying to figure out a way to keep it from slipping  away.

"Is this even possible?" she whispered.

"I think so." I folded my arms around her.

"And what happens with work? None of that has changed."

"Shh." I brushed my lips against hers. "Stop thinking and kiss me."

Her hands fastened behind my neck. "I'm scared, Mason."

"I've got you." My mouth pressed against her lips.





16





Sydney





I don't know how he had managed to change my mind. He didn't just change  it. He rewrote everything I had planned. Drowned out every doubt I had.  Convinced me we wouldn't shatter into a million pieces if we stayed  together. I looked out at the beach. Mason left a note for me. He had  gone running.

I wore one of his button-up white shirts and sipped a cup of coffee. I  stretched out on one of the chaise lounges and picked up a copy of Men's  Fit. It wasn't like I was going to find a copy of Vogue lying around  his apartment. I loved how his cologne lingered against my skin from the  fold in the fabric. I smiled almost to the point of giggling. I knew I  had it bad.

My Saturday mornings since I moved to the island usually consisted of  cleaning my apartment, working out, and making a list of things I needed  to pick up at the grocery store. Sometimes I drove over the bridge to  shop just to make the excursions last longer.

I wondered what a Saturday with Mason would be like. The end of the shirt fluttered with the wind.

Moments like this I missed Hailey. I should be able to call her and tell  her about the crazy night I had. That's what sisters were for, but I  needed to accept no matter what was going on in my life, she wasn't  going to share it with me. I walked back inside and returned with my  phone.

I scrolled to my last call and dialed.

"Hey, Eden. It's Sydney."

"Hey, how are you?"

"Good. I wanted to thank you and apologize I guess for last night." I twisted my lip under my teeth.

She giggled. "Things worked out with Mason, I guess?"

"You could say that." I didn't know her well, but I was aching for some  girl talk. My head was spinning. My heart was about to burst. I was  riding a roller coaster with him.

"Mason's a good guy. A little misunderstood, but deep down he's a sweetheart. He just needs the right girl."

My stomach rolled. Was I that girl? Last night his words convinced me I was.

"Yeah, I think I get that about him." I was reluctant to share, but it was exactly why I was reaching out to her.

"Can I ask you what happened between you two last night? I saw you walk  off together so I knew you'd be ok. You can tell me to butt out if you  want. I'm being nosey. But, seriously I'm dying to know."

I giggled. It was her genuine interest that broke me down. "Honestly, I  didn't want to see him again, except I really wanted to see him again.  Does that make sense?"

"Complete sense. I'm marrying a Lachlan. I get it. What did he say?"

I extended my legs to the edge of the chaise and adjusted the pillow  behind my back. "I guess I should start at the beginning if this is  going to make any sense."

Thirty minutes later Eden and I had hashed out all of the hiccups in my relationship with Mason. I heard the front door slam.

"Syd?" he called out.

"Hold on a sec," I instructed Eden with my hand over the phone. "I'm out  here." I swallowed hard when I saw him walk through the apartment  shirtless and sweaty. He was unreal.         

     



 

He pivoted on his heel and jogged toward the balcony.

"He just got back from his run, so I need to go."

"Ok, I'm glad we talked. Call me again if you need anything. And I'm right next door. Maybe we can get together later?"

"Sounds good. I'd love to stop by later. Thanks for the talk. Bye."

I placed the phone on the side table. I hated to rush Eden off the call,  but I couldn't talk freely with Mason in the condo. He stood in the  doorway, a puzzled look painted on his face.