Page 58 of Resisting the Running Back

We board the plane, and as we settle into our seats, I’m sort of expecting her to just slip in her earbuds and watch a show for the short flight.

Instead, she turns to me and asks, “So are we going to talk about last night?”

My eyes widen as I freeze for a beat, and I glance over at her. She looks nervous, as if she were bracing herself to ask the question, and it becomes my only priority to make sure she feels comfortable. “It was one of the best nights of my life,” I admit. My voice is low, and she shivers a little at my words.

“Mine too,” she whispers. “And I want to do it again.”

Holy shit. It was?

All it makes me want to do is take her into the bathroom and make her a member of the mile-high club, but these thick-ass thighs of mine won’t fit in one of those bathrooms with another human being.

Instead, I study her, our eyes meeting in the middle with a heat I’m used tofeelingbut not used to seeing back from her.

“Then we should do it again,” I suggest, my voice low and raspy. “Tonight.”

She snags her bottom lip between her teeth as she nods her agreement.

I book a hotel room at the Venetian before the plane even takes off, and now I sit with a giant erection until I can get her to our room so we can take care of it together.

CHAPTER 25: Sophie Summers

We Have a Date

I don’t know what this is. I don’t know where it’s going. But I’m following my feelings for once, and they’re leading me straight toward Miller.

It’s terrifying, but I can’t stop thinking about how great last night was.

I tilt my chin up, and he lands a soft kiss on my lips. Why does this feel so right?

I’ve never kissed Miller before, but now that we’ve started, I don’t want to stop.

The flight is quick, and we land in Vegas and head straight for the Venetian. On the way there, he makes a call, and we’re able to get in with one of the wedding planners to view the chapel I showed him on my phone.

It all comes together as if it was meant to be. We find ourselves looking at a calendar with Jamie, our wedding planner, and choosing the date of our wedding.

It’s becoming so real, and that should make me nervous. It doesn’t. All I can think about is finishing up here so we can check into our room and get naked.

I’veneverfelt that way with a man before. I write about it in my books, the passion and excitement of ripping each other’s clothes off because we can’t get enough of each other…but I’ve never experienced it in real life.

I guess Miller is giving me more than one book research experience.

Maybe we’ll even try anal someday.

Though the thought of that cock entering the no zone seems slightly terrifying.

Still, if there’s anyone I’d try it with, I suppose that would be Miller. He’d figure out some way to take care of me.

He always does.

If there’s one thing I can count on in life, it’s that.

We look at the dates the Venetian has available as Miller checks his own calendar. He has a lot of obligations as the season draws nearer, and I…well, I got nothing.

Literally.

My calendar is totally and completely open, and it’s a very strange sensation.

“We have space on these two Thursdays in June. Or this Sunday at the end of the month,” Jamie says, showing us the openings.

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