Page 32 of Tame the Player

I nod my head, and he brings the heel of his hand against my swollen clit. I grab on to his forearm because even through my clothes it feels so good. “Please…”

I start to plead with him, but the shrill of the doorbell chiming through the house slams me back to reality. I practically jump off the bed, grab my shirt, and pull it to my chest. “Oh my God,” I exclaim as I stare at Holden.What am I doing? What am I thinking? I can’t do this… it’s wrong on so many levels.

“I gotta go.” I turn on my heel, ready to escape to my room. I get up the stairs and to my bedroomdoor when I realize that Holden is right behind me. I turn to look at him, putting my hand on his chest. He’s put his shirt back on, but it doesn’t matter. His body is permanently etched into my mind by now.

“Cat, wait.”

I pull my hand back because even touching him is too much for my senses right now. “I can’t… we can’t….” I stutter.

He puts his hands to my hips. “I’ll get rid of whoever it is and we can—”

I shake my head side to side. “No…” The doorbell rings again, and I try to push him out of my room. “Go get the door, Holden.”

He’s not in any hurry. “If they want to see me, they’ll wait. We’re not done here.”

His phone rings, and he pulls it from the pocket of his shorts. “What?” he grunts.

There’s a pause. “Yeah, hang out. Give me five minutes.”

He ends the call and shakes his head. “That’s Jerry…” He runs his hands through his hair. “He’s pissed because I’ve been avoiding his call.”

I point toward the front of the house. “Well, go let him in. We can talk about this later.”

He doesn’t budge an inch. “No, I’m not movingfrom this spot until I know you’re not going to run from me.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “This was a mistake.”

He grips my waist and slams me against his body. His hard manhood prods against my belly, and my body reacts by curling into him. He pulls me in like a magnet, and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t walk away from him. “Listen to me, Cat. This is not a mistake. Everything between us is so right… don’t say it’s a mistake.”

The doorbell rings three more times in quick succession. “Holden.” I give him my stern voice, the same one I use on Cole when he’s not listening to something I say, but it doesn’t have the same effect on Holden.

He leans in and kisses me until I’m breathless. This is not like the other kisses. It’s like he has something to prove, and he doesn’t stop until I have my arms wrapped around him, holding on to him for dear life. The shirt that I’m still holding to my chest has fallen, and my erect nipples are scraping against the material of his shirt. When he pulls away, he’s smirking. “Fuck, everything about this is perfect, Cat. This is happening.”

As I search his eyes, I know there’s no way I canresist him. I give him another shove and pant, “Go answer the door.”

He’s watching me closely. “Not until you tell me that this is not a mistake.”

His lips are swollen, and I know mine look the same. “This is not a mistake.”

His smile is instant. He kisses me again, just a quick peck. “All right, I’m going to go talk to the guys. I’ll be back.”

He takes a step away and then looks back at me. It’s then I realize I’m still just standing here with my shirt at my feet. He looks me up and down like he could devour me. “Cover up, sweet Cat. If my friends see you like that, I’d have to gouge their eyes out.”

My hand tightens on the door as he looks at me with possession in his eyes. I should hate it, but if anything, it makes me want him more, and before I can stop myself, I lift my chin at him and drop my arms to my side. “You’re the only one I want looking—or touching—me, Holden.”

He groans, shaking his head. “I can make them go away and we can continue this.”

I step back into the room. “Nope, you go. We can do this later.”

He doesn’t budge, though, and I know I’mgoing to have to be the one to put an end to this. His phone starts to ring again, and I smile. “Go. We’ll talk about this later.”

I shut the door before he can respond, and as I lean my back against the hardwood, I try to act like this is not a big deal and that I can handle a little fun with Holden without getting too attached.

19

HOLDEN

My teammates are passing the beers around that they brought. There’s a baseball game on the television, and everyone is talking at once. I’m smiling, nodding my head, and trying to act like I’m part of the conversation when in reality all I want is to kick them all out and go back to Cat.

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