Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“You wanted to kiss me?”
He takes my free hand and places it over his hard cock. “I ache for you, Rowan—every damn day. So, yeah, I saw a chance to sneak a kiss, or two,” he says, leaning in and pecking my lips. “You having your hands on me, on my cock, that’s just a bonus.” He winks.
I grip his cock, and he hisses. My touch is firm yet gentle. “I was worried.”
“I’m sorry. This is nothing.” He nods to his thigh. “You know that, Roe. You’ve seen every guy on this team with this same injury. It happens.”
“But it’s never been you,” I murmur.
Tenderness fills his eyes as he leans in and kisses me again. It’s just as slow as before, but this one feels like more. “I'd better get dressed. The team will be in here any minute now, and the last thing I need is for them to see my cock hard for my girl. They already have wandering eyes,” he grumbles.
“They do not.” I laugh, releasing him, even though I could stand here with him forever.
“They do. You’re beautiful, and turn heads wherever we go. You just don’t see it. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”
My heart stalls when he says love because I’ve completely fallen for this man. It’s different than anything I’ve ever felt before. I thought I was in love with Chaz, but this is more intense than anything I shared with him.
Landry hops off the table and pulls up his pants. He’s back in his uniform in no time, grabbing the ice pack, and placing it over his crotch. “Just for a second,” he says, winking. I can feel my face heat. You’d think I’d be used to his boldness by now, but he still makes me blush. Honestly, I hope that never goes away. It’s all a part of the chemistry that sparks between us.
“How’s your leg?” I ask him once we’re back at his place. It’s starting to feel like our place. I’ve spent every night here the past few weeks. Landry asks, and I can’t tell him no—not that I want to. There’s nothing in this world that compares to the security and safety I feel falling asleep in his arms.
“I’m fine, Roe.” He drops down onto the couch and tilts his head back. “I’m beat.”
“Are you hungry?”
Slowly, he opens his eyes and hits me with his heated gaze. “Not for food.”
My body instantly heats, craving him and this intense connection we share. “No? You’re always hungry.”
“Didn’t say I wasn’t hungry, baby,” he replies.
“Well, you’re hurt, so I’ll help you get to bed, and then I’ll head to my place for the night.” I don’t know why I say it, because the last thing I want to do is leave.
“No.” His voice is firm. “It’s late, and you’re not driving back to your place on your own.”
“I’m a big girl, Landry.”
“You’re my girl. If you don’t want to sleep next to me, I’ll take the guest room.”
“Why would you take the guest room?” I ask. My heart is pounding in my chest at the way he’s looking at me, it’s as if he’s devastated that I’d want to go back to my place.
“Because that’s where you belong, Rowan. In my bed. In our bed,” he says, shaking his head. “And the mattress is better,” he mumbles.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I don’t want to leave. I just—I don’t want to overstay my welcome. I thought maybe you wanted a night to rest and not have to worry about me.”
“I’ll worry about you if you’re not here. I want you here, Rowan.” He reaches out and takes my hand in his. “This is where you belong. Wherever I am.”
“Including the locker room,” I tease, cutting through the tension. My body heats thinking about earlier.
“If I’m there, then yes.”
“I can’t stay attached to your hip,” I tell him. Partly because I don’t want to be controlled, and partly because it’s the truth. I can’t be next to him twenty-four hours a day.
“No, but if you’re able, I want you with me. Here, the stadium, at my sister's, at a restaurant, I don’t care. I just want to be with you, Rowan.”
I nod and smile, swallowing back the emotions that his words cause. “I guess we should get to bed then. It’s late.”
He stands without issue and offers me his hand. I take it, lacing my fingers with his. He walks me to his bedroom door and kisses me softly. “I’m going to go lock up. I’ll be right back.” He kisses me again and heads back to turn out all the lights and lock up the house. I was so engrossed in him, in us, I didn’t even notice. That’s not like me, but I guess in a way it is. It’s me with him, because he makes me feel safe.