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"Really? That would be fantastic."
"Yeah, of course. Now let's go watch the game. You can point out all the players you think are the hottest."
I laughed and followed him back into the living room.
Playing A Player - Chapter 26
The smell of cinnamon completely engulfed me. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and immediately snapped them shut. I had fallen asleep on Rory's lap on the couch. My cheek was directly on top of his crotch. And he was definitely semi-erect.Hopefully he's dreaming about me.I slowly opened up my eyes again.
His bare feet were up on the coffee table, his right ankle crossed over his left. His legs were really hairy. I wasn't sure why I found that so insanely hot. There was just something so masculine about hairy legs. I pulled up his athletic shorts slightly so I could look at his knees.How are knees sexy?I bit my lip.
Rory's body shifted slightly and I heard him yawn. I closed my eyes again so he wouldn't realize I was awake yet. I wasn't ready for this moment to end.
He put his fingers through my hair and then ran his thumb along the back of my neck.
I gulped.He likes studying me too.
His fingers wandered over my shoulder and traced my collarbone. I could feel him getting more erect beneath my cheek. I smiled to myself. I wanted for us to continue where we had left off the night before, so I pretended to yawn. Rory immediately pulled his hand away.
I rolled onto my back and looked up at him. He had more scruff on his face than usual. Probably because I hadn't let him shower last night. And his shirt was still off, revealing his perfect abs.It took every ounce of restraint in me to not trace my fingertips along the lines of his six pack.
"Hey," he said and smiled down at me.
"When did we fall asleep?" I asked.
"You fell asleep right after Ryan Howard hit a homerun. You said something along the lines of seeing what a guy can do with a baseball bat isn't nearly as fun as seeing what he can do in bed."
"I did not," I said and sat up.
Rory laughed. "No, you did. And then you said if skills in the bedroom were somehow related to baseball, that I'd be hitting homeruns in every game."
"No. In front of your friends?"
"You become very honest when you've had too much to drink. You passed out after your confession."
"But I didn't even drink that much." I put my arm over my eyes and leaned back against the couch.
Rory put his arm around my shoulders. "Yeah, I know. I'm just messing with you."
"Rory!" I shoved his chest. But I didn't move my hand away. I let it wander down his chest and abs.
"I'm in serious need of a shower. You are welcome to join me though." He stood up and put his hand out for me.
I quickly grabbed it and he pulled me to my feet.
"None of that friendship shower shit, though." His eyes were smoldering. Whenever he looked at me with his hazel eyes I got completely lost.
"Sorry, what?"
He laughed and picked me up over his shoulder.
"Rory!"
He spanked my ass and carried me into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.
"Rory, put me down!"
He spanked me again and turned on the water.
