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“I wasn’t gawking.”
“You totally were. I know I surprised you by being here, but once you got over that you checked me out. You going to deny it?”
“No, I am not. That is one banging bikini you’re wearing. You look damn fine in it.”
“Thank you. My brothers hated it and suggested something with a skirt down to my knees.”
“They’re your brothers. When my little sister got married last year, I winced every time someone talked about what they’d be doing on their honeymoon. I just…can’t think about that.”
Her smile turned into a sparkling laugh. “I hear you. My brothers are newlyweds. It’s one reason I’ve stayed here. Their wives are sweet as pie, but if I bunked with them until I head back to San Diego… Let’s just say I don’t want to hear my sisters-in-law crying out in passion or whatever.” She winces. “Just no.”
I laugh. “How do you know there’d be screaming?”
“Please. My brothers are macho enough that they’d insist on that whole conquering, chest-beating thing. I also suspect they’re trying to get their wives pregnant, and I’d rather not be under the same roof for that momentous occasion.”
I pause and consider. There’s no way I’d want to hear Samaria conceiving. “I see your point. Yet another reason for you to stay the night.”
Harlow leans back in her seat and sips her drink. “Back to the sex thing, huh?”
“You brought it up,” I remind her.
“So I did.” She shrugs, and I get the feeling she’s used to saying whatever’s on her mind. “Did I surprise you?”
“A little bit. But in a good way.”
“Aren’t you pro athletes used to women throwing themselves at you?”
“It happens.” A lot. And I’ve grown more discerning over the years. But I still haven’t run across one like Harlow in the last dozen years. Maybe ever. Most of the women looking to collect a “trophy” by sleeping with a celebrity sports figure lure the guy with her body, not her personality. Harlow seems to have tons of both. “I don’t often say yes these days.”
She raises a dark brow at me as she lifts a forkful of meat. “But you once did?”
I think about dodging, but she’s pretty straightforward. This likely won’t be a long-term relationship, so there’s no reason for jealousy or accusations. “I admit that I was once twenty-two and stupid.”
“We all were.” She rolls her eyes, seemingly poking fun at herself, too. “I did a lot of ridiculous things as an undergrad. Thankfully, I outgrew it. I’m guessing you did, too.”
“I like to think so.” Though when it comes to Harlow, I suspect some parts of me are smarter than others. My brain is trying to keep up…but most of the blood in my body is flooding to my cock. The two heads don’t always work simultaneously, and right now I’m having trouble keeping up with the conversation. First, Harlow has boobs. Great boobs. And I’m just a man with an oral fixation. Second, the time difference is catching up with me. It may only be seven p.m. in Hawaii, but my body is still on Dallas time, where it’s midnight. I don’t want to think about why being tired distresses me so much.
And right on cue, my head up north starts a dull throb. After all, why should the one down south be miserable all alone?
“If you’re all enlightened and mature now, why didn’t you ever tie the knot?”
It’s a question I’ve asked myself more than once. A lot of my teammates started out wild and have since settled down. “Maybe I never met the right person. You?”
She hesitates. “I thought I might get hitched once but it didn’t work out and splitting up was for the best. I’m not really cut out for attachments and commitments.”
I frown. “Maybe you just haven’t met the right person, either.”
Harlow looks as if she might argue, then she wipes the expression from her face and gives me an easy-breezy shrug I don’t believe for a minute. “Maybe so. Seconds?”
I don’t argue. What’s the point?
When I glance at my plate, I’m surprised to see it empty. Ditto for my bright plastic cup. “I think I’m good for now.”
She stands and heads to the kitchen counter she’s turned into a makeshift bar, then proceeds to pour herself another drink. “Sure thing, lightweight.”
At her teasing, I lounge back in my chair, arm slung over the back, and watch her. “When I haven’t spent all day traveling and I’m not feeling like I’m in the wrong time zone, I’ll prove you wrong.”
“You’re on. I’ll cut you a little slack tonight since you’ve been on a plane.” She stirs her drink, then sits back in her chair. When she lifts her lashes and pins me with a flirty gaze, I know I’m in trouble. “Does that mean you’re too tired for sex?”
