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I snorted. “Yeah, me and every other girl on the planet,” I responded in a bored tone.
He just smiled slowly, and his intense gaze had me squirming uncomfortably… because for some reason, it felt like he could read my mind.
“And you want a leader. You’re in charge of everyone all the time, you look out for everyone…” His fingers lightly skimmed across my skin as he moved my hair from my neck. My body was practically screamingyes,wanting more. But he quickly tore his hand back and whispered, “but who looks out for you?”
The feeling of his minty breath on my skin made my body go haywire. I wanted more, but my stubborn brain wouldn’t let me give in. “Not you,” I whispered.
He froze, his brown eyes locked on mine. His jaw ticked. “I’m the only one feeling this then, huh? Do you want me to stop?”
I bit my lip and closed my eyes. “No.”
“No? No to which question, Josie? It’s very important,” he ground out.
My eyes flew open. “No to both.”
He clenched his jaw, and his rough fingers lightly trailed up my stomach. My brain shot off a warning that if he kept going, he’d realize I wasn’t wearing a…
“No bra, huh?” He flashed a wolfish grin. “Such a shame he couldn’t close the deal. You deserve to be touched, cherished…” His thumb swiped over my center, making me gasp. “And maybe a little punished.”
“W-what?” I forced out, searching his face. My breathing felt labored, my mind was spinning, trying to keep track of what he was saying.
His strong hand jammed up under my shirt then, and his calloused hand made my knees go weak. “For lying, baby.” He rolled me between his fingers, shooting off a jolt through my entire body, making me release a whimper.
I swallowed hard and searched his eyes. “You could come inside, just this once.” I was never one to just hook up, but he… He was so damn tempting. A voice whispered in my head that I’d break my rules for him.
His forehead dropped against the door above me. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”
My hand wandered up his chest, skimming across his tightly coiled muscles. “I mean it,” I reassured him. “I do.”
Internal struggle was written all over his face. His nose flared as his eyes studied mine, and it’s like something snapped between us.
“Fuck patience,” he muttered, and then his lips crashed down on mine.
My body immediately responded, touching his neck, drowning in him. His hand dropped down and scooped up my butt, bringing me closer, his other was suddenly in my hair. His tongue explored my mouth as he swung me around, and I felt drunk on this all-consuming kiss. I needed…closer… I neededmore. Attraction pooled in my core. He tugged my hair, like he was thinking the same thing, like he couldn’t contain himself.
But when my shaky hand wandered to my keys, he broke away, breathing heavily. He let me slide down him, back to my feet.
“And what about tomorrow?” His forehead creased as his chest rose and fell. “You’ll give me a shot?”
My heart pounded furiously, just wanting to make out again, wanting tofeelthat again… But realization was penetrating the moment. He was very clearly not on the same page as me. I slowly shook my head. I would not breakthatrule for him. “This wouldn’t change anything, Tyler. You play for my dad, and-”
He immediately pulled back and my heart sank. I hated it; I hated the space between us, making it suddenly feel twenty degrees colder in the hallway.
“And what?” he demanded.
I dropped my hand away from my door. “And I can’t go near that.”
His jaw throbbed angrily. “Can’t or won’t, Josie?”
“Does it really matter?” I asked weakly.
His dark eyes briefly flickered to mine and his nose flared. “Yeah, it does,” he said with finality.
I knew I was responsible for the pissed look on his face, and I honestly felt bad. I desperately wanted him, no,neededhim, to see things my way. “Look, I need to be more realistic with who I date, okay?” I said gently. “I’d love to follow my passions and feelings for you and have some lovely little fling, but I need to make smart choices. I can’t repeat the same mistakes.”
His jaw clenched. “And I’m not the smart choice?”
My shoulders fell. “You’re… You’re not the realistic choice, Tyler. We wouldn’t work. I need someone who…” I breathed out, trying to come up with some kind of metaphor. “Like… I need someone who knows where the 401K money goes, I only know where commas go. I’ve decided I need to be realistic now.”
