Page 78 of Hard to Score

DREW

“YOU’RE NOT COMING IN?” SHE does a double take as I stand outside her door, our hands extended between us.

I try picturing something, anything, to rid the image of how incredible her body looked in that bikini earlier. I’m not sure if it’s harder or easier on me knowing that my hands have been on every inch of those curves.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t? I promise I won’t make you late for your game tomorrow.” She smiles coyly.

“You’re not playing fair, Brex.” My chuckle is strained.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means it’s absolutely what I want to do, but I can’t.”

Her eyes light up with confusion. “Why not?”

“Because this is our first date, and I promised myself that I wouldn’t.”

“Oh.” Her lips shock open into an O, and I have to tear my gaze away from them and where exactly I’d love them to be wrapped right now. “But my imaginary initials are on your hand.”

“That doesn’t buy you more, Ginnie,” I say and laugh. But I’m still not stepping inside. “First dates end in kisses. They end in you shutting the door and me going home worrying if I made the right impression tonight.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“I’m trying to be.”

“You made the right impression, Bowman. No need to worry there.”

I grin like a fucking teenager. “Good to know.”

“Do I at least get a kiss?”

“I’ve been working hard to earn one all day,” I say as I take a step forward.

“You most definitely earned one,” she murmurs when I frame her face with my hands and give in to the temptation that is Brexton Kincade.

I’m going to regret my promise the minute our lips touch. The moment my tongue coaxes her lips open. The second her soft moan hits my ears and rumbles against my chest.

Goddamn this woman.

Her kiss.

Her defiance.

Her beauty.

Her compassion.

Her passion.

I have to force myself to drag my lips from hers. To step away.

Because a man is only as good as his word, and I’m about to go back on my promise if she tempts me much longer.

Brexton groans in protest when I physically remove my hands from her body and brace them on either side of the doorjamb.

“I should go,” I murmur.