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Another groan. Yup. They were heaven.
“These are amazing. How are these good for me?” he asked.
She grinned. “They have oat flour in them for protein, and the pecans give them a little more protein that balances out the carbs.”
“Did you give these to all the guys?”
“I just gave them to select clients this week. Figured I’d see how they liked them before I gave them to everyone.”
He felt a grin tug at his face. “I’m select?”
She laughed but rolled her eyes at him. “You’re nice. If you don’t like them, you’ll just tell me.”
“What do people who aren't nice do?” He put the now empty pancake container down on the counter as he scowled.
“Nothing really,” she said, shaking her head at him. “It’s just that other people can sometimes be rude about it. You’re gentle. I mean your notes. When you tell me what you like and don’t like, you’re gentle about it.”
He took two steps closer, all but pinning her to the counter.
“You think I’m gentle?” he asked, incredulous. What was wrong with him? Why did he have the urge to throw her to the floor and show her just how ungentle he could be?
Her breath caught, and there was no mistaking the heat in her eyes as she lifted her head to meet his gaze.
“Yes?” she said. It was a question, not an answer.
He shook his head and lowered it, capturing her mouth, taking it gruffly, and ignoring the screaming in his head that said this was a bad idea.
Her hands fisted his shirt but she leaned into him, arching her back and pressing against him with those gorgeous breasts that had been peeking at him through her thin t-shirt. It had been slightly damp from the rain, and the show she’d been unintentionally giving had apparently redirected all decision making to his dick instead of his head.
She moaned softly and he turned his head, drawing her against him, arms banded tightly around her, deepening the kiss. She released his shirt only to run her hands up his chest onto his shoulders, and the feel of those hands did nothing to stop the fire burning through him. His own hands had taken over and he let them roam down her back, to the small of her waist and lower. He cupped her tantalizing bottom, the thing that had started this all, and pulled her against him, eliciting another mind numbing moan from her mouth.
A clap of thunder sounded outside and Lily jumped. Then looked at him, stunned as if the sound had pulled her out of a trance and she only now realized what she was doing. Eyes wide, she pulled away and began shoving all the empty containers he’d piled on his counter into her cooler bag.
“I have to ... that was … we shouldn’t … ”
He knew just how she felt. They shouldn’t. And, yet.
He took a big step back and cleared his throat. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Lily.”
She didn’t seem to be listening as she zipped the bag, her eyes anywhere but on him, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
And, then she was gone. And there he was with a raging hard on and the taste of her, the feel of her, etched in his memory. He groaned and headed off to the shower for yet another self-service orgasm.Hell.It had been hard enough when he had only imagined what being with her would feel like. Now, he had a sampling of the real thing in his head.
This was bad. This was very, very bad.
Chapter Eight
Aweek went by without any Lily sightings. The only evidence of her in his life was the fresh set of meals and snacks that showed up on Thursdays and Mondays in his refrigerator.
Her in his life?Where had that thought come from? She wasn’tinhis life. Hadn’t ever beeninhis life. She’d just been someone he helped once, and was now someone who provided him a service. He groaned. He’d been doing an awful lot of that lately, but he couldn’t stop himself at the thought of Lily and servicing in the same sentence.
He rolled over and sat up, tossing the sheet back on his bed. This was so wrong. And, it was all that damn curse’s doing. That curse had him so twisted up and sideways, he didn’t know what to do. He knew he had to stay the hell away from Lily. She was too much temptation. He ran a hand down his face and threw on sweats and a t-shirt. It was an off day, so he’d be meeting the guys to work out and then they’d all be heading to Kane Tyler’s place to play poker. Even on their off nights during the season, the guys liked to take it easy. No one wanted to party too hard. They’d have a few beers and lose some money—or win some, if they were lucky—and then call it a night. Kane was on the San Francisco Brawlers, the city’s major league football franchise, so there would be both football and baseball players there.
As Aiden went to the kitchen to grab breakfast, he thought about his problem. He had to get laid. That was all there was to it. He needed to find an outlet for all this pent up frustration, and it sure as hell couldn't be Lily. Taking the fruit, coconut, and yogurt Lily had packed for his breakfast with him into the living room, he opened his contacts on his phone and scrolled through the names there. Most women didn’t even make it into his phone book, but there were a few he called from time-to-time. Women who weren’t interested in anything more than a good time. Or women who were frank and honest about what a picture with him could do for their modeling careers and were happy to entertain him for the evening if he took them out in public first.
He knew it was a little disgusting, but screw it. That was his life. He wasn't interested in anything more and these women could provide a short distraction when he needed one and go away when he needed to focus on his career.
Brooke .... Dalia .... Elle .... Heather.
