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“Um, yes, Lake. I'm a physiotherapist. It's what I do. See patients,” she says, her tone teasing.
“Where's that planner you're always writing in? Is it in your purse?”
She straightens before folding my leg across my body, stretching my lower back as she holds my hip in place.
“Why would you need to know that?”
I don't answer, only scowl at the ceiling, thinking of a plan as she presses her weight into me.
Dropping my chin to my chest, I find her face above me as she leans her full body onto my leg. I gaze at her up close again, studying her as she studies me. She has this air of confidence to her that wasn't there a minute ago. Her tongue brushes across her lower lip, wetting it, before a breathy moan leaves her throat.
A breathy moan.
I'm losing. I've lost. If this is a fucking game, I'm out. Done. Deceased. Take my medals, take my rings. I submit to you, Dylan.
“I can't stop thinking about you,” I blurt out in all seriousness, staring into her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, intoxicating me with their unyielding strength.
Her lashes flutter suddenly, but she continues the stretch, biting the corner of those perfectly shaped, upturned lips again.
“It's those lips,” I continue, eyeing them as they part ever so slightly. “And those eyes.” I look at hers, captivated. “You told me one night with you wouldn't be enough, and it's not. It's not even close to enough. I need more.”
She stares back at me, showing no emotion. “You know the deal, Lake. I can't mess this up.”
She looks down at the hold she has me in and I see a hint of a frown form.
“I know this,” I answer, groaning slightly at the stretch. “But I'm not asking for more.”
She scoffs. “Just what I need.” Rolling her eyes, she continues, “To be another playboy's dirty little secret.”
“That's not it at all. I'd take more if I could, but the circumstance stands.”
She stills at that, and I raise my brows, insinuating my truth.
“I don’t even want to try and process the seriousness of what you just said to me.”
“Dylan,” I whisper, touching her hand, wanting her to say something, anything, to relieve my pain. “I-it's just...you. I need you in some capacity, and I get the feeling that back in that hotel room, well, you didn't mind a little me.”
I'm at my breaking point. I need her. I need her now. She stills for a moment, as if calculating all the scenarios in her pretty little head as I pull her hand onto my abdomen, holding it there.
“We can do this,” I whisper, convincing her to the best of my abilities.
Her timid eyes find mine again, and I see the need behind them. Will she accept my proposal again? Can we keep this casual for the time being?
“Lay back, Lake,” she instructs with a confidence that could kill any rookie on the field.
I do as she says and lie back on the table again, closing my eyes tightly for only a moment to attempt to rid myself of this teenage angst I've fallen victim to.
My cocky attitude that got her all riled up is now taking a back seat to the one owning this game. My pulse rages in my neck as she slowly slides off the table, and my eyes follow, awaiting her next move.
She must sense it because she abruptly instructs, “Face the ceiling.”
I shake my head no, being the stubborn fuck that I am.
That makes her roll her eyes again and purse her lips to contain her annoyance.
She stands beside me and I watch her scan over my body, eyes pausing at a certain area that’s tented just for her.
I grin, feeling a cocky sense of pride until I lose control when her hands find my quad and begin massaging the tight muscle.
