Page 25 of Rookie Move

Memories of their night together flooded his head at her words. She’d said the same thing when he’d been inside her. Fucking hell, he was hard as a rock.

“Hey, Rylie, so are you in for dancing?” Sophia asked. It seemed like this conversation had started a lifetime ago.

“What?” Rylie asked, jerking her head up.

The lighting was dim, but he could still see the blush staining her cheeks. Was it already blooming across her chest?

She took a step back, her ass brushing against his cock. They both stiffened.

“Umm. Sure. Yeah. I’d love to,” Rylie said, and the hitch in her voice went straight to his gut.

“Adam, I’ll grab another,” Desmond said, trying to focus on anything but the feel of her sliding against him.

“Great,” Sophia said.

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An hour later,and after his second beer, Desmond still hadn’t left Rylie’s side. He was slowly losing his mind. Fuck. He’d kept his hands off of her, aside from a subtle brush of fingers here and there. He was trying to not be obvious. But as the guys paired off and started to head home, it was harder to hide that he was purposefully standing next to her and not just because there wasn’t open space anywhere else.

Baz had given him a look before he’d walked off to talk to someone, but Desmond stayed put.

“I should probably go home,” Rylie said after Sophia, Finn, Jake, Darcy, and Ally left.

“It’s early,” Desmond said, setting his empty glass on the bar and grabbing a bottle of water that Adam, the owner of C&B, had dropped off.

Rylie laughed, and it turned him on more than it should. Hell, he’d been turned on for most of the night.

“Desmond, it’s almost one in the morning, and some of us have to work tomorrow.”

“I have an early practice, thank you very much.”

He brushed his fingers over her hand, again.

“You should stop,” she whispered behind her glass, but she didn’t shift away.

“Do you want me to?”

“No,” she whispered, and he held his breath, waiting for more.

“But I should go. Yeah, I’m going to go.” She hesitated.

“Come home with me.”

“That doesn’t sound like a question.” Her voice hitched.

“It will always be a question. Do you really want to keep fighting this?” he asked.

“I should.”

“That’s still not a no,” he said, his heart racing. He broke his gaze for a second to look around the bar. Luckily, they weren’t the center of everyone’s attention.

“We’ll both call an Uber…”

“Desmond,” she cut in.

“Separate cars. I’ll walk you out and no one will think we’re going to the same place. I promise.”

“You can’t promise that. This is so risky.”

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