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Damien had also been pleased that the acting general manager, Zane Koch, a former player, had leaped feet-first into the job and was exceeding all expectations. The promotion might end up actually being a permanent one. According to the reports, Koch had handled the transition smoothly, and had done everything he could to ensure Viv, and every other woman working for the team, was treated equally and with respect.
So yes, everything had come together. Except Viv. He’d begun to worry she’d never get over it. So when he’d heard her voice mail tonight as he was leaving the practice arena, he hadn’t even gone to the hotel to change clothes. Instead, he’d had his driver take him straight to the restaurant she’d mentioned, hoping it wasn’t too late and he hadn’t missed her.
Seeing her sitting there—her golden hair gleaming under the soft restaurant lights, her lips curved into a smile, her eyes bright—had made his blood roar in his veins. He’d missed her. More, his hunger for her had not diminished one bit in the days they’d been apart. Judging by the way she’d eaten him up with her stare, the feeling was entirely mutual.
Which was why, the moment they slid into the backseat of the limo, separated from the outside world and from his driver, by tinted windows, he pulled her onto his lap. She immediately slid her arms around his neck and tilted her head, her lips parted in invitation. Their tongues swept together, tangling and thrusting. She tasted of tequila, lime and hot, spicy woman. He reached up and cupped her face in both hands, stroking her cheeks, his thumbs tracing the line of her throat. He memorized the feel of her, glad to realize he hadn’t been wrong—she really had the softest skin he’d ever touched.
“I’ve missed you,” he growled against her mouth when they paused to draw breath.
“Then why didn’t you come sooner?” Her voice held a pout.
“You didn’t leave me your number, remember?”
“You could have found me.” She scooted even closer, until her soft, curvy butt was pressed right into his groin. His cock throbbed with heat, and she cooed, wriggling as she felt his raging hunger for her.
“Yes, but I thought you wanted space,” he admitted.
“If you’d read my Facebook statuses all week, you’d have realized I was lonely and hoping you’d get in touch.”
“I don’t do social media.”
She snickered. “You barely do social.”
“You saying I wasn’t social with your friends?”
“Yes, you were. But it was quite obvious you weren’t interested in being there.”
“Only because you weren’t, either.”
“I love my friends.”
“I’m sure they’re wonderful people. But you know you wanted to be alone with me.”
“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Sure of what I heard in your voice in that message.”
She licked her lips, not trying to deny it. “Could we pretend I didn’t sound totally pathetic?”
He lifted one of her hands to his mouth and brushed his lips across her knuckles. “That was not the word I’d use.”
“Whiny?”
“Shut up, Viv, and kiss me again.”
She shut up and kissed him. Damien slid his fingers into her hair, twining that silkiness around his skin. They tasted and sipped from each other’s mouths, and all the questions, the embarrassment, the worries of the past week...just drifted away.
When they again drew apart, he murmured, “There hasn’t been a minute since you left that I haven’t thought about you.”
“Not one?”
“Not one,” he said, dropping a hand to her long, slim thigh. She was wearing a business suit, but it fit better than the last outfit, highlighting that incredible body rather than concealing it. Considering she no longer had to worry about being harassed at work, her wardrobe had definitely improved since the day they met.
Speaking of which... “You should have taken the clothes.”
“I didn’t need them. Just one outfit to make my getaway, which I returned to the hotel the next day. Did you get it?”
“I got it.”
It was hanging in the closet in the suite. Along with her original suit, plus every other thing she’d tried on but refused to accept that day. He hadn’t been ready to admit she wasn’t coming back.
“Anyway, thanks for finding me.”
“Thanks for calling.”
“You’re welcome.” She sighed happily, dropping her head onto his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.
Although he was dying with want for her, he also found himself enjoying this softer, sweeter Viv. This wasn’t frantic, as things had been last week. Instead, she seemed happy to stay curled on his lap, wrapped in his arms. And while he wanted her with a desperation that bordered on insanity, he found himself savoring the moment, just as it was. This slightly tipsy Viv seemed younger, more vulnerable. He liked that she’d lowered her defenses, and he’d make damn sure she didn’t live to regret it.
