Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I shake my head. “Guy, it was a good night, but—”
He grunts. “But nothing. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, and you’re not in room 312 anymore.”
My eyebrows lift. “You went to the hotel?”
“Yes. I thought I was going to have to hire a private investigator to find you.”
I shrug. “Well, here I am. Now that you know who I am, you understand why we can’t date or do whatever this is.”
He laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “Oh, yeah. We’re dating.”
I can feel people around us starting to pay attention. “Guy, you need to go. There are people waiting for you.”
I gesture toward the chained-off area. A group of women wearing Guy Brody jerseys are calling his name and trying to get his attention. Guy reaches for me, but I step back. “You’re my dad’s teammate. This is a bad idea.”
He looks at me almost desperately before blurting out, “No one has to know.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not interested in being anyone’s secret booty call. Not even Guy Brody’s.”
He looks around before taking my hand and pulling me farther down the hallway. A man is standing in front of a door, but he recognizes Guy immediately.
Guy bumps fists with him. “Hey, Jerry. Can you let us through?”
The man turns and opens the door. Guy pulls me inside, and Jerry closes it behind us.
I press my hand to my forehead. “Are you kidding me right now? Do you know how many people just saw us come in here?” I look around the room. “What is this place anyway?”
“It’s just one of the many hallways that leads to the locker rooms and offices.” He points toward an exit. “That door will take you to the parking lot without going back through the family area.”
I start toward the exit, but Guy stops me. “Wait. We need to talk.”
I shake my head. “We really don’t. I thought about that night, and it was nice, but I don’t see anything good coming from this.”
His mouth falls open. “Nice? That’s all you thought it was?”
I cross my arms over my chest. I shouldn’t ask, but I have to. “What did you think it was?”
He steps toward me, and his gaze moves over me like he wants to devour me. “Life-changing. I’ll never be the same.”
A laugh bursts out of me. “Guy, you’re crazy.”
He stalks toward me, and I back up until my shoulders hit the wall. One of his hands goes to my waist while the other cups my cheek. He searches my eyes, and I can see the struggle on his face. What surprises me is the question he asks. “Do you like me, Nicole?”
I inhale, and my breasts brush against his chest. My whole body trembles from the contact. “Yes,” I whisper.
He smiles widely. “Good. I like you too.”
I search his eyes. “That doesn’t mean we can date. My dad just joined the team, and I don’t want to cause tension between him and the rest of you.”
Guy presses his lips to mine, and I open for him without hesitation. His tongue strokes against mine, and I melt against him. He ends the kiss long before I’m ready. “No one has to know,” he says. “We can keep this between us for now.”
I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall. Guy must think it’s an invitation because his lips immediately move to my neck.
The man knows exactly what he’s doing. He slides his leg between mine and lifts it until his thigh presses against my center. I have no control over my body because I rub against him like I’m in heat. Damn, this man makes me crazy.
He kisses up my neck and sucks my earlobe into his mouth. A moan escapes me.
“Go out with me tomorrow,” he whispers.
He keeps kissing and nuzzling me, making it almost impossible to form a thought of my own. “Hmmm.”
He stops and looks into my eyes. “Go out with me tomorrow.”
I squeeze his shoulders. “Guy, I don’t think—”
“I don’t want you to think. I want you to feel.” His eyes search mine. “Feel how good we are together.”
His hand trails down my neck and over my collarbone before cupping my breast. I lean into him, and when his thumb strokes over my hard nipple, my body jerks. He smiles at the control he has over me. There’s nothing I want more than to stand here and give myself to him completely, but I know I can’t. My dad is waiting for me. “I have to go,” I moan.
Guy nips at my lips. “Tell me you’ll go out with me tomorrow. After that, if you don’t want to see me again, I’ll leave you alone.”
Before I can answer, he pleads, “Please, Nicole. Give me a chance. Give us a chance.”
In my head, I know this is a bad idea and nothing good can come from it. But my body is screaming something else. A need unlike anything I’ve ever felt surges through me. “Okay,” I mumble. “I’ll go out with you tomorrow.”