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“Is that right?”
“I’ve always liked football, but I’m not a diehard fan. I have been keeping tabs on the Commanders, though. I like to support the home team.”
“So did you watch the 49ers when you lived in California?”
I can tell he’s curious, but he doesn’t press me for information about the ex I just so casually mentioned like a freaking dumbass. At least, not yet.
“I did. Well, up until my mom got sick. Then I didn’t have the time or the desire to watch the game. It actually feels good to be at a stadium again.”
“So this isn’t your first game then?”
“No, I’ve been to several.”With Blake, I think but don’t say. “But I’ve never seen a game from a luxury box.” I turn, approaching the glass that gives off the most incredible view of the field below. “Usually I’m up in the nose bleeds. Suffice it to say, this is way better. Thank you.” I glance over my shoulder as he steps up beside me. “For inviting me, I mean. This really is incredible.”
“Thank you for agreeing.” The back of his hand brushes mine just enough that I know the contact is intentional, causing my stomach to twist in excitement.
I can’t help it. Remi is just so... overwhelming. He can look at me for the briefest moment and I feel like the world stops. He can touch me so gently it’s almost as if he didn’t touch me at all and yet I can feel the contacteverywhere.
“Where is everyone anyway?” I ask, quickly pushing the thought away.
A suite this size, there’s no way we’re the only two people who are going to be in it. Though you wouldn’t hear me complaining in the least if we were. Then again, something tells me it could be standing room only and somehow it would still feel like we were the only two people in existence. Remi just has that way about him, where he can make you feel like you’re the only person in a room filled with people.
“They’ll be here soon. We’re pretty early,” he tells me, looking out over the field below.
“Yeah, I guess we are.” I glance over at one of the large screens that’s currently counting down to kickoff. There’s still an hour before the game even starts and nearly every seat in the stadium is still empty.
His hand brushes mine a second time before his fingers close around mine. My heart is in my throat in an instant. And then he’s turning toward me. I can feel his body shift. Feel his eyes on the side of my face, silently coaxing me to look at him.
“I know I already said this, but I’m really glad you’re here.” He pulls me impossibly close to where I have to lean my head all the way back to look up at him.
“Me too.” I let myself admit, and it has nothing to do with football. If that weren’t already painfully obvious.
I curse the slight hitch of my breath when his hand slides up the side of my neck.
“It’s going to kill me to be here with you the entire afternoon and not be able to do this anytime I want.” He leans down, brushing his lips against mine.
Screw my breath hitching. I’m pretty sure I forget how to breathe altogether.
“Well, then you better take advantage while you can,” I murmur against his mouth.
I feel his smile first, then the slight parting of his lips. My mouth opens on instinct, warmth spreading through my limbs the instant his tongue slides against mine.
My hands find the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. I’ve never been so desperate for someone as I am for Remi. I don’t know how to explain it or even begin to rationalize it, but it’s there just the same, overwhelming every single one of my senses until the only thing I can taste is Remi. The only thing I can smell is Remi. The only thing Ifeelis Remi.
“Fuck me...” Remi groans, nipping at my bottom lip. “You keep kissing me like that and I can’t promise not to bend you over one of these chairs and take you right here and now.”
My stomach coils tightly.
“Kissing you like what?” I press up on my tiptoes to deepen this kiss a second time. “Like this?” I purr, sliding my tongue against his.
I don’t even know who I am right now.
I’ve never been this person. Someone who unapologetically takes what she wants simply because she wants it. But if my mom’s illness taught me anything, it’s that nothing is guaranteed. And by God, if this is the last time I get to feel this way, I wanna make sure I don’t look back with a single regret.
His hands find my backside, squeezing my ass roughly as he presses into me, making sure I feel every inch of his thick erection against my belly.
I don’t know what it is about this man that makes me so ravenous, but that’s the only way I can describe how I’m feeling in this moment. If we were anywhere else, I have no doubt I would be begging him to do exactly what he just threatened.
For someone so hell-bent on not being one ofthosewomen who give their bodies so freely, I sure am walking on very thin ice. So thin, in fact, that I can hear it crack and groan beneath my weight with every move I make. And yet, I feel powerless to stop any of it.
