Page 61 of Dream Girl Drama

“I know, baby. God, me too.” Another diving kiss, more frantic this time, his hands wedging between the door and her backside, gripping tight through her yoga pants, a shudder going through his big body when she rubbed her cheeks in those huge hands, savoring his touch there. “You’re going to trust me to find a way for us, even though it’s getting harder. You delete everyone else, but you don’t ever delete me.Ever.”

“I won’t,” she whimpered, writhing now between him and the door. “I won’t.”

“Good girl.Myfucking girl.”

“Yes.”

“When I walk out of here,” he said hoarsely against her mouth, his erection so full now, so close it felt like a part of her, “those contacts are gone. You don’t know them anymore.”

She was already nodding, wrapping her right leg around his waist, tilting her hips, begging without words for another kiss and he granted it, because he had no choice, neither one of them did and she could see that so easily. Feel it. The riotous pull that had anchored itself that first night at the country club and only grown heavier, unable to be pulled back up into the ship.

“If you do that for me, if you agree to knock this bullshit off about dating other people...” Unexpectedly, he rammed her into the door with his hips, pinning and grinding, mouth dropping open on a guttural sound. “I’ll come back here tonight after practice and fuck you until your thighs melt. How does that sound?”

Huh.What.

Her blood turned to molten metal.

She couldn’t respond. Couldn’t speak or reason. She was too busy reeling. Trying to convince herself she’d heard him wrong. Had she? Or was he really,finally, giving in? “Really?” she whispered, holding her breath.

“I’m done being noble. I’mnotlosing you to another man. I’ll die first. Do you understand me?” He pinned her roughly to the door, rolled his lower body. “It’s going to feel so fucking good. I bet you’re going to bite.”

“Sig.Please.”

“You’re not getting under anyone but me,” he growled, lips moving against her ear, down her neck messily and back up. “I’d never waste my time with someone else. Neither will you. And, Chloe, listen to me good.” He reached down and yanked bothher knees up to his hips, sliding her up the door slowly, slowly,slowlylike a prolonged thrust, all while watching her beneath his hooded eyelids, sweat forming on his upper lip. “My dick is well worth the wait. You feel that, don’t you? You know I’m not lying.”

Oh God, oh God, oh God.“You’re not lying.”

He crushed their chests together, hips moving in a slow rotation while he looked her right in the eye. “I wanted to wait until I was positive that I could make you my wife—and that is still the plan. That will always be the plan. If a single possibility exists that puts my ring on your finger, I’ll find it. But I can see I’m losing you. I can see you need me inside you and that’s what you’re going to get. My dream girl gets her way with me every time.”

Wife.

Had he said the word... “wife”?

Why was every corner of her heart lighting up like the Fourth of July?

Was that the outcome she’d wanted all along? Was it inevitable?

No. It wasn’t inevitable.

That’s what he was trying to tell her, wasn’t it?Ifa single possibility exists...

“Delete those contacts the second I’m gone.” He kissed her hard. Once, twice, three times. Lingering, while slowly letting her legs drop, her feet finding the floor. “And don’t give your number to any more baseball players unless you’d like to see me in prison. Do we have a deal, Chloe?”

Perhaps threatening murder wasn’t romantic, but her heart didn’t seem to understand that, evidenced by its position lodged in her jugular. “I shouldn’t make that deal.”

“Make it, baby. I’ll come back later and reward you with ride after ride on this dick.”

“Deal,” she whimpered. “I’m yours. You know I am.”

A gruff, emotional sound left him. “I’m going while I still can,” he slurred, rubbing his mouth on her cheek, against her temple.

And then, after a hard kiss of her forehead and a whisperedthank you, he was gone.

Chapter Fifteen

The Bearcats had a pavilion-style viewing room that resembled a small movie theater, which is where they were conducting tonight’s meeting. Players filed in wearing various forms of business casual, as the late-afternoon email had instructed. Some of them had apparently interpreted that dress code as a mere suggestion, others had made an effort toat leastwear their nicest sweatpants. Their coaches sat at the front of the room, nodding at players as they passed—and Christ, they looked grim.

Sig was torn between wanting to know the reason for the meeting, as it pertained to his future as a Bearcat, and a desperate need to get back to Chloe.

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