Page 20 of Bad Teammate
Either way, her tiny hand felt so fucking perfect andrightin mine.
I led her down the hall, hoping I had the inner strength to do only what I’dintendedto do: show her the bedroom, the bathroom, where all the toiletries and stuff were located, and then get the hell out of there.
Andnotdo anything more.
Because ever since I loudly announced that I thought she was cuteshe’d been giving me her hottestfuck meeyes.
But I wasnotgoing to do that, man. Or anything else. I was determined not to. Even if I really,reallywanted to—Icouldn’t.
Becauseholy shit,she was Niko’s sister. Niko was our best player—and the last thing I wanted to do was pissthatguy off. After all the bullshit the Devils have been through in the past few years? The lastthing our team needed was more drama.
And while I might not understand Russian, I’mpretty surethe kid already had a problem with me justtalkingto his sister in the living room. God only knows what he’d do if Katerina and I did something more than talk.
I opened the door and flicked on the lights.
She’s Niko’s sister,I chanted, trying to stay strong.She’s Niko’s sister.
“Sorry for the mess,” I said, quickly picking up a pair of jeans that laid on the floor.
She suppressed a laugh. “You call this a mess? This is nothing.”
“Oh, I know. I’ve seen your brother’s bedroom.”
She laughed harder. God, even herlaughsounded Russian and sexy …
I shook my head. “Anyway, there’s the bed. The TV remote is right there on the night-stand if you feel like watching something. Bathroom is over here, and all the towels and toiletries are in this cabinet here.”
“Perfect,” she said. “This is lovely. Thank you very much, Derek.” She neared, her features weighed down with guilt. “I still feel awful about this, though.”
“Don’t.” I smiled at her but quickly turned away. “I just gotta grab a few things, then I’ll be out of your hair.”
I hurried to the closet to grab a change of clothes and some linens to make my bed on the couch. When I turned around, Katerina was standing with her back turned to me. I could only watch, frozen and helpless, as she let her hoodie slip down her shoulders. The item teasingly hung from her elbows—just as it had earlier in the hallway—before she let it fall to the floor.
She’s Niko’s sister. She’s Niko’s sister. She’s …
Her camisole clung to her body, showcasing her figure. For the first time, I let myself run my eyes up and down her curves, greedily drinking her in. Her jeans were practicallypaintedonto her plump, round ass, making my throat tighten with desire.
With her back still turned to me, Katerina shook her hair free from its bun.Her gleaming hair cascaded down her back in long, luxuriant waves.
She’s … Niko’s … sister.
But the mantra was quickly losing its power. The stack of clothes and linens fell from my hand, hitting the hardwood floor with a softthudright where I stood.
She peeked over her shoulder and giggled.“What happened? Looks like you dropped your things.”
My body took one step forward.
And then another.
And another, and another.
Until I stood right behind her, a half-inch separating us, a tension pulsating between our bodies.
The clean scent of her soft hair infiltrated my senses, intoxicating me. I gathered a fistful of her silky hair in my hand and bent down to whisper into her ear.
“You knowexactlywhat you’re doing to me,” I growled, tugging on her hair, “don’t you?”
She turned around, her eyes sparkling.
