Page 29 of Make Me Yours

Doesn’t she realize I could put that same look on her face in other ways if she’d just let me? I’d drop to my knees and worship her the way I’ve been dreaming about for a decade.

As tempting as it is to make a move, there’s no way I can do that.

Not now.

Not when she’s still nursing a broken heart.

But that doesn’t stop me from working my way up her calf. My progress is slow and methodical. I want to drag out this moment indefinitely so I don’t have to stop touching her. Her shoulders sink deeper into the cushions, and tension bleeds from her like a deflating balloon.

“You really do have magic hands,” she murmurs. Her voice comes out sounding like she’s been drugged.

My fingers tighten as my stomach clenches.

This woman has no idea what she’s doing to me.

Abso-fucking-lutely none.

Just as I trace along the inside of her knee, Waffles launches herself up onto the couch, her tiny body landing on Lilah’s stomach.

Lilah bursts into laughter, one hand going straight to the kitten. “Personal space doesn’t exist for you, does it, Waffles?”

I grin, grateful for the interruption and also slightly resentful that the kitten cock-blocked me.

“She’s just making sure I behave,” I mutter.

Lilah’s smile falters just a little. “You’ve been nothing but kind and sweet.”

If she only knew how hard it is to keep my hands to myself, she wouldn’t say that.

I clear my throat and gently lower her foot from my lap before I do something we’ll both regret.

“You know what? I’m more tired than I thought,” I say with a forced yawn, rising to my feet. “I’m gonna take a shower and then hit the sack.”

Lilah tilts her head, a small frown tugging between her brows. “Oh. I thought we were going to go over your upcoming schedule.”

I nod toward the tablet on the coffee table. “It’s all there if you want to take a look. We can dive into it tomorrow.”

Before she can say anything else, I make a beeline down the hall like my ass is on fire.

The second I hit the bathroom, I plant my hands on the marble counter. Massaging her, hearing those little sounds she made, feeling her relax under my touch, was too damn much.

I stare at my reflection and know the truth without needing to say it out loud.

I am in so much fucking trouble where this woman is concerned.

9

LILAH

Okay, so maybe Steele wasn’t lying when he said he needed help managing his schedule. One thing’s for sure, his itinerary is a disaster.

I sit cross-legged on the couch, tablet propped against my knee, trying to make sense of the never-ending stream of commitments. There are PR events, sponsor obligations, and media appearances. Not to mention practices, games, and charity functions.

Does this man ever get a break?

A tiny meow pierces the air, followed by the gentle pitter-patter of paws across the hardwood. Waffles hops up onto the couch beside me, tail flicking before plopping herself down on the tablet. She’s only been here for a few hours but already, she’s made herself at home.

“Waffles.” I sigh, nudging her gently. “I love you. Unfortunately, your fuzzy little butt is not compatible with a touchscreen.”