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"Is this how Coach taught you to do pull-ups?" I laughed. My gaze raked over his strong muscular arms and the muscles flexing as he moved.
"Pull," he ordered, and I did, but this time, it was different. The humor in all this was gone. My gaze locked on his mouth as it moved closer. His tongue swept out, wetting his dry lips. With every move, our bodies drew closer together. Our lips were mere inches away. A bead of sweat streamed down his face. Why the hell was that so hot? My heart pounded as my gaze flicked between his deep blue eyes and lips. It was suddenly hard to breathe, like he'd sucked all the air out of my lungs. The past suddenly disappeared, and all I wanted was to kiss him.
And just like that, he dropped his legs before falling to the ground. He wrapped his arms around my thighs. "Let go." I did, my hands dropping to his muscular shoulder. He held me tight against him as I slid down his body until my feet hit the floor. The friction between our two bodies left an ache between my thighs. An ache I hadn't felt in a long time. An ache I never thought I'd have for him again. Swallowing hard, I placed a hand on his bare chest. A warning hand that this was going too far. My head knew that, but my heart was saying the complete opposite.
But Maddox dropped his arms, taking a step back. "You should come to the game today." He smiled. If he was as worked up as I was, he hid it well. I drew in a deep breath, trying to steady my breathing. "You used to love watching football."
And we are back to the past.
"It wasn't football I loved to watch," I muttered. Squeezing my eyes shut, I instantly regretted saying it out loud. I didn't want to keep going back there.
THIRTY-SIX
MADDOX
Pushing through the door to my hotel room, I dropped my bag in the doorway. I was disappointed Addy didn't come to the game; I knew she'd felt the chemistry between us today, and for some reason, I thought she'd come, but maybe that was why she didn't.
"Addison," I called out. Nothing. I searched the room, but she was gone. Where could she be? There was no team dinner tonight. Everyone was splitting up to go out and celebrate our big win today, but I wanted to be with her. I wanted to celebrate with her. My chest tightened, and my jaw clenched at the thought of her being with her boyfriend. I shouldn't be angry. She wasn't mine, or at least not yet. I needed to figure out who the boyfriend was.
After a quick shower, I sunk into the couch to wait for Addison. Pulling out my phone, I flipped open Facebook. If there was anywhere to dig up info on someone, it was social media. Typing in her name, I hit enter. Millions of Addison Wrights came up, but not one of them was her.
"Hmm," I glared at the phone. "No social media account."
My phone vibrated, and Maddy's name popped up.
Maddy: How quickly can you get to Nightlife?
I rolled my eyes at the phone. Maddy and I didn't text; hell, we rarely talked. I hadn't hung out alone with her since before Addison left, and we weren't about to start now.
Maddox: I'm not going out tonight.
I clicked my phone closed, figuring that would be the end of the conversation, but I was wrong.
Maddy: Addison is here, and she's trashed.
I typed Nightlife into the maps on my phone and clicked the walking man button—5-minute walk.
Maddox: Be there in 5.
It took me exactly six minutes to walk from the hotel to Nightlife.
"Hey," Maddy yelled when she saw me. "I have to go, and I didn't want to leave her like that." She twisted, pointing to Addison on the dance floor. "She's really drunk. Maybe you can get the bartender to cut her off." She shrugged. "I have to go." I nodded, not taking my eyes off Addy.
"Maddy," I called out over the music. She turned, raising her eyebrows. "Who is she dating?" If anyone knew anything about whom Addison was dating, it would be Maddy, and what she didn't know, she'd find out.
"Addison?" she asked, pinching her brows together. I nodded. "I don't know, but I can ask around if you want." My eyes flicked from her to Addy and then back. I needed to know. I needed to know who my competition was. I nodded, and she smiled before turning to leave.
After Maddy left, I watched Addison on the dance floor. The sexy way she moved her hips to the music sent a rush straight to my cock. The realization struck me that she wasn't the same girl she used to be. The old Addy wouldn't be dressed in the tight-fitted jeans that hugged every perfect curve of her ass and thighs and a backless top that told everyone she was braless. The old Addy wouldn't be on the dance floor moving her body in a way that left every man in here picturing what she'd look like on top of them. But too bad for them; she was going with me even if we'd be sleeping in separate rooms. The old Addy had been pretty, even though I didn't notice at first, but Addison was beyond sexy on a whole new level.
"Maddox," Addison yelled over the music when she spotted me. I hadn't even realized I gravitated closer to her. She reached out, grabbed my arm, and pulled me further onto the dance floor. "Dance with me." She flashed me a sexy, intoxicating smile, and there was literally nothing I'd rather do at that moment.
She turned, and my fingers curled into her hips, jerking her back against me. Her hips swayed with the beat, and I quickly matched her rhythm, moving my hips with hers. With every sway of her hips, I knew she could feel me growing harder through the denim of my pants, but it didn't slow her down.
The next song came on; it was slower, and when she slowed her movement to match the music, I thought I was going to explode. If she were any other girl, I'd drag her to the bathroom and fuck her against the wall, but I couldn't do that with Addison. If she were sober, it might be different, but she wasn't, and sober Addison wouldn't let me go that far, not yet, anyway.
God, I wanted so badly to feel her, to touch her. I slid my hand around, slipping it under her shirt. Her head fell back against my chest as my fingers trailed over the soft skin of her stomach. The music was blaring, but I was pretty sure I heard her moan. Certainly, her boyfriend didn't leave her this sexually frustrated, did he? Or maybe there really wasn't a boyfriend.
Closing my eyes, I savored the feeling of her against me. The feel of her skin under my finger as my hand slid up. I stopped as a weird sensation of déjà vu wrapped around me, gripping me tight. I'd done this before.
