Page 26 of Totally Geeked

“You shared a bed with some of the guys on tour?”

His eyes go wide.

“No, a room, not a bed. There were two beds. Always two beds. I’ve never…not with any of the guys on the team.” Oh wait, I maybe have hooked up with a guy from the team at some point.

“I’m sure they were exaggerating. How do you know I don’t snore, too?”

“Do you?”

I shrug. “I’ve never been told I do, but anything’s possible.”

“Well, you really do need a good sleep, so if I keep you up, just wake me up and kick me out. I can sleep in the truck, seriously.”

“You’re not sleeping in the truck," I say, grabbing another bottle of gin from the fridge and refilling my glass before taking him the other.

“You say that now, but just wait until Harrison the tank engine is blasting down your door.”

I laugh, and we relax into easy conversation on the couch, waiting for our food. I do the hairbrush thing another one or two times, but I don’t think I’m doing it right. Either that or I just have zero effect on him, which I guess is more likely.

The food arrives, and when the server lifts the metal dome off the chocolate dip for two platter my mouth waters at the thought of licking the melted chocolate off Harrison’s naked chest. My dick twitches, and I push the image away before things get awkward.

After we eat, I go to grab the platter, but my cast makes it difficult to lift, and Harrsion takes over.

“Are you trying to steal all the dessert?” he asks, picking it up.

“I thought we could eat it out on the balcony and get some fresh air before bed?”

“Sounds great. Lead the way,” he says, but instead of walking right out to the balcony off the living room, I walk through the bedroom.

“This one has a view of the city lights,” I say, not looking back to see if he’s following.

I pull back the door and lean against the railing. The other balcony probably has a view of the city, too. This is stupid. I’m not going to be able to seduce Harrison with a few flirty looks and a little melted chocolate. I only just learned how to flirt and am probably messing up. He’s this gorgeous fucking baseball guy and I’m…well, me.

“It’s pretty out here,” Harrison says, standing beside me and leaning down against his folded arms on the rail.

“It is now,” I say, turning to look at him.

“You’re getting good at that.”

“How good?” I ask, and when his gaze moves to my mouth, I do something I’ve never done in my life. I make the first move and start leaning toward him.

His tongue swipes over his lower lip as I get nearer, the warmth of him drawing me in closer and closer.

“I promised Gordon,” he whispers a breath away from me, a dark stare boring into my soul.

“Gordon isn’t here,” I reply, holding my position. My hands are shaking as they grip the railing, and I’m sure I can hear the tapping of my cast against it, or it could be my racing heart, but what I do know is that my whole body is waiting, hoping he wants this, wants me.

His stare moves to my lips again, and then he leans forward, his large perfect lips pressing against mine, and it’s incredible. Electricity surges through my whole body. His mouth opens a little, and it’s all the invitation my tongue needs, and I deepen the kiss. He moves his arms from the rail, turning his whole body toward me, leaning down as I push up onto my toes. His handsslide slowly up my arms until he cups my face and breaks our kiss.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he says, peering down at me with big sad eyes.

“Why?” I ask, and my hands slide to his waist. I don’t want him to move away. I don’t want to stop doing this. I don’t want him to regret doing it either.

“You're Gordon’s little brother. I promised this wasn’t about getting…wasn’t aboutthis.”

“Did you help me just so you could do that?”

“No—” He almost pulls away, his face shocked, but I hold him there.

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