Page 82 of Mad Love

“I might do a hot tea tonight. Aren’t you exhausted?”

“Yes and no. It’s hard to come down after a game.”

“What sounds good? Do you need another shower? A glass of wine yourself?”

“A cold shower, maybe,” he says, laughing. “You look hot as hell in my jersey, Chapman.”

I flush. “You like it?” I ask, my voice husky.

“I fucking love it.”

My mouth drops open and he stalks toward me until he’s in front of me, his hands on the wall, caging me in. He leans in and I gasp, and he stops within an inch of my mouth.

“I’m trying to do the honorable thing here, Chapman,” he whispers. “You’re making it really hard to do so. I don’t know if I can keep showing so much restraint.” He lowers his head and his nose trails from my jawline to my ear, and then his lips are against my ear. “And then you showed up in my jersey, and you smell good enough to eat.” He inhales and lets out a soft moan and I shiver. “I know what I’m going to be dreaming of tonight.”

“What?” I ask shakily.

“My mouth between your legs, devouring you.”

I gasp and he moves past me, walking to his room. When he shuts the door behind him, I second-guess that it even happened.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

JELLY AND NOODLES

WESTON

I take another shower—I wasn’t kidding about needing a cold one after seeing Sadie in my jersey. I take care of matters in there and when I step out and dry off, I feel ready to go again. I’m always too amped up after a game, but living with Sadie already has me feeling this way most of the time.

I towel-dry my hair a little more before I head into my bedroom and get in bed, not bothering to put anything on.Since tonight was opening day and we won, we’ve got a lighter schedule tomorrow, so I don’t set my alarm. Grabbing my iPad, I turn on the game to watch a few times, something we do after every game, and I think I hear a soft knock on the door. When it’s a little louder the second time, I sit up.

“Come in,” I call, heart thundering in my chest.

Sadie steps into my room and it looks like she’s showered too. Her hair’s wet, and she’s taken off her long-sleeve shirt and skintight jeans and is only in the jersey now, her long, bare legs on display. I curse under my breath. She looks nervous.

“This look is even better,” I tell her.

“I…I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said,” she says softly.

“Which part?” I can’t help but smirk and she shakes her head at me, pressing her lips to the side.

“The part where you said you’d dream about your mouth between my legs, devouring me…”

“Yeah,” my voice rasps. “I haven’t stopped thinking about that either. I’m naked under this blanket or I’d be standing in front of you by now.”

“That’s no excuse.”

I throw off the covers and she gasps when she sees me. My dick is straining to get to her, and she lifts her hand up to her lips. I don’t know if she even realizes it, but she bites down on her thumb, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve thought it,” I tell her, reaching out to touch her cheek when I’m close enough. “Just the first time I’ve told you.”

“I’m glad you told me.” She takes a step forward and I hum when my dick comes in contact with her stomach. “I wasn’t sure we were on the same page anymore.”

“Anymore? We’ve been on the same page all along?” I bring my other hand to her face and hold her cheeks, staring intently in her eyes. “How is that possible? You’ve played it so cool.”

She laughs. “There is no part of me that’s beenplaying it cool. I stopped that kiss, but I never wanted to. It’s been torturous living under the same roof, close enough to touch, but not…” Her fingers trace their way up my stomach and my muscles jump beneath her.

I’m ready to pounce, so I take another fortifying breath, trying to steady myself.

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