Page 16 of The Player I Can’t Pick

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.”

He doesn’t stop touching me. His mouth returns to my neck, leaving small kisses against my heated skin. “Where are you staying now?”

“Room 217.”

He pulls back. “You’re still at the hotel? Why aren’t you staying with your dad?”

As soon as he brings up Dad, I pry myself out of his hold and duck beneath his arm. “His house is being remodeled.”

“Stay with me.”

My eyes widen.

He quickly holds up his hands. “Okay. I can see that idea freaks you out. I just hate that you’re living in a hotel.”

“My apartment will be ready in a few days.” I look at the clock on the wall. “I really need to go. Dad is going to be looking for me.”

Guy lets out a frustrated breath. “Okay. I’ll pick you up in the morning. Ten a.m. Room 217.”

Because I don’t trust myself around him, I shrug. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

He doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t argue. He holds out his hand. “Come on. I’ll walk you out.”

I move past him, ignoring his hand. “It’s probably better if I go alone.”

Again, he doesn’t like it, but he lets it go. He places his hand on my waist and pulls me back against him. Then he kisses me again, longer this time, and doesn’t stop until we’re both breathless. Finally, he pushes me toward the door.

I nearly walk out, but turn back at the last second. I fluff my hair. “Do I look okay?”

I swear the man growls. “You look like you’ve been making out.”

My eyes widen, and of course he smiles at me possessively.

I roll my eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Guy.”

“Tomorrow, honey.”

CHAPTER 7

GUY