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“Laura insisted.”
“Did you actually have fun?”
She smiles. “Yeah. I knew you were talented, but this was next level. You’re incredible on the field.”
Pleasure sings through me. “Thank you.”
She ducks her head, blushing. “I’m sure you get that all the time.”
“It means more coming from you.”
“Really?”
“Really. You look good in my jersey.” I brush a lock of her hair back behind her ear. “Pretty girl.”
“James,” she whispers.
I kiss her.
She makes a hungry little sound, running her tongue over the seam of my lips. My hands find her hips, pulling her close. My father’s voice echoes in my head, and I know he’s right, I know I shouldn’t. There’s no one around but my brother. No one to fool.
But I can’t help myself.
“Come inside,” she says.
I can’t say no.
Chapter 22
James
After texting Seb to tell him to go home, I let Bex walk me to her building. She’s up on the third floor, and every time we reach a new landing, she pulls me into a kiss. I’m still pumped up from the game, and my blood is flowing hotly. By the time we reach her door, I’m halfway to hard. If she told me to get on my knees and eat her out right here, I’d do it without hesitation.
I want her in that jersey and nothing else, stat.
She stops with the key in the doorknob. “This is still just sex.”
“Definitely.”
“We’re just exploring our attraction.”
I nod against her neck as I kiss it. “Show me inside.”
She has a shy look on her face as she opens the door, revealing a little living-area-slash-kitchenette. The couch has a pink throw over one of the arms, and it’s covered in pillows. I’m not sure how anyone manages to sit on it, but finding out isn’t the goal. I want to know which of the doors leads to Bex’s bedroom.
She stands on her tiptoes to kiss me. I wind my arms around her, urging her up; she jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist. Holding her in my arms like this, smelling her vanilla perfume, has me so desperate to be skin-to-skin with her again that I shudder. “Which bedroom is yours?”
“Right.” She kisses me deeply, nipping at my bottom lip.
I open the door, fumbling for the light switch. The overheadlight comes on, revealing a neat little bedroom. There’s a bed in the corner, made perfectly with a floral-patterned quilt, Albert the stuffed bear plopped down against the pillows. In the opposite corner, there’s a desk covered in books and papers, plus lots of photography on the walls. I want to look at them more closely, because I’m sure it’s her own art and she hasn’t let me see any of it yet, but right now, I’m too turned on to stop and ask.
A thick area rug on the floor softens my footsteps as I walk us over to the bed. I set her down, but instead of settling back against the bed, she kneels, hanging onto my belt loops.
She licks her lips.
Her eyes are bright as she undoes my pants.
“Bex,” I say hoarsely.
