I jerk my gaze to the relationship expert by my side. “How are you so wise at twenty-five?”
“It comes with my good looks,” he says with a wink. “Also, maybe don’t wait too long.”
That’s excellent advice.
***
Later that day at her studio, as Katie and I work on variations of the warrior pose, I ask her, “How are you feeling about…?” I point from her to me.
She shoots me a sassy smile. “Am I still hot for you, do you mean?”
“No, I consider that a given.”
“So cocky.”
“And you should take it as a fact that I’m still hot for you. I meant, are you still feeling okay about our plans?”
As I stretch my arms ceilingward, she answers, “Yes. I’ve been checking out other teachers, visiting their classes, working on some suggestions for replacements.”
She tells me more about what she’s been up to as we move through other poses, then drop to the floor, stretching side by side on our backs.
I flash back to Jason’s words from this morning.Don’t wait too long.
I don’t want to waitanylonger, but I don’t want to pressure her either. Hell, I feel the pressure from my team, and it’s no fun, so I don’t want to do that to Katie. But Icanlet her know where I’m at in other ways. “I wish time would speed up,” I say, turning my gaze to her as I stretch.
“Me too,” she whispers, sounding sexy and hopeful at the same time.
“What do you want to do first?” It’s wild, secretly planning this romance we’ll have when our careers are no longer in the way. “Every time we’ve planned a date, it’s fallen through.”
She wiggles her brow. “Then we won’t plan a typical date. No foosball and dinner. No bowling and ice cream.”
“We have no luck when we plan like that,” I agree.
She takes a beat, reaching her arms high over her head on the mat. “I think you should just come over the night you win the Super Bowl.”
I shift to my side. “I like the way you think.”
“You do?” Her eyes lock with mine.
The air between us crackles.
“When we win, I’ll fly home, and then I’ll get in a car and go straight to your house.”
She shifts to her side too, propped on her elbow. “I’ll open the door wearing a naughty grin, because I’ll be so excited to see you. You’ll probably throw me against the wall.”
I breathe out hard, my skin heating up. “I fucking will.”
She slides her hand along her side, over her hip. “You’ll tear off my yoga pants.”
My eyes drift down to her chest. “I’ll rip off all your clothes.”
She licks her lips, lets out a shuddery breath. “We can go bare, Harlan. I’m on protection, and I have a clean bill of health.”
“Me too. Clean bill of health,” I rasp, my dick rock-hard at the thought of feeling her slick heat against my cock. “I bet you’d feel incredible.”
“Bet you would too,” she murmurs.
Fuck waiting.
