“Take a chance, Rylie,” he said, trying not to grin when she pulled out her phone and tapped on the app while he did the same.
“This is such a bad idea.”
“You’ve said that before, and if you really meant it, you would walk away right now.”
Shut up, you idiot.
He was giving her an out. This was her decision.
“For some reason, I can’t,” she whispered.
“Neither can I, so call that Uber and let’s stop pretending.”
She took in an audible breath and he wondered if her heart was racing as fast as his was.
“I don’t want to pretend anymore,” she said, and he felt like his chest was going to explode.
He hoped they were finally done with their games and on the same page. He reached down and squeezed her hand.
Chapter 7
Rylie second-guessed herselfa dozen times on her way over to Desmond’s condo. This was a recipe for disaster if anyone found out, but as the night had progressed, she knew that she would go anywhere he wanted.
Oh god, what if one of the guys was in the lobby when she arrived? Having a clandestine fling—or whatever the hell this was—in a building where at least five other players lived might be dumber than hooking up with Desmond in the first place.
Yet when the car stopped outside the front door of Desmond’s building, Rylie still got out and walked into the lobby, nodded to the doorman, and headed straight into the elevator. Desmond had told her to go right up to his floor; he’d be a minute behind her.
It was better than waiting in the lobby for one of the guys to waltz through and catch her. At least he didn’t live on the same floor as any of the other players. She stepped out of the elevator, walked down the hall toward his door, and questioned herself every step of the way.
When the second elevator dinged, she had a brief moment of panic before Desmond stepped off. His eyes instantly met hers. The heat in his gaze seared her to her toes and all her doubts evaporated. Now she was amazed she’d been able to resist him for as long as she had.
“I’ve been waiting forever to do this,” he said, linking his fingers with hers and tugging her into his arms.
She landed with an oomph against him, her hands curling into the fabric of his dress shirt. Oh god, she hadn’t mentioned it before, but he looked lethal in his three-piece suit. It was perfectly tailored to every inch of him.
His lips met hers, swallowing her soft gasp. He tilted his head for a better angle, snaking one hand up her spine and into her hair, holding her captive.
Like she had any plans of trying to escape. She felt treasured in his arms as he devoured her mouth.
His other hand landed on her hip and he squeezed, brushing his hard cock low against her belly. She pressed closer, swiveling her hips, chasing that friction as red-hot desire coursed through her veins.
He hoisted her up, and her legs immediately wrapped around his trim hips, their lips still fused together, as he headed down the hallway. She broke the kiss with a husky laugh.
“What’s your hurry?” she teased.
“You want me to strip you naked in the hallway?”
“Definitely not,” she replied. He pressed a hard kiss to her lips before stopping next to his door.
He groaned when she lowered her legs, intentionally brushing against his cock. Good god, she needed that inside her now before she combusted.
He pushed her inside his condo, slamming the door behind him, and whipped her shirt over her head. Her hands immediately went to the buttons on his dress shirt. She leaned in, peppering kisses over every inch of skin revealed as he pulled the rest of his shirt free. He shrugged out of it before he reached behind her and popped the clasp on her bra.
She gasped when his thumb grazed one pebbled peak. Fuck. She was so turned on. Her body buzzed with need as she toed off her shoes. Before they could strip all the way down, he lifted her back into his arms and strode down the hallway.
“Wait. Don’t you want to give me a tour?” she asked with a grin.
“Only of my bedroom. You can see the rest of the place tomorrow,” he said, a glimmer in his eyes that made her heart speed up.