Page 52 of The Game Plan
His groan echoed through the elevator as he crushed her against the wall, slipping his hand between them to undo her blazer.
The ding broke them apart, and she stared at him as he struggled to breathe, her pink lipstick staining his lips.
“You have lipstick on you again,” she whispered, reminding him of the night they met.
His laugh was harsh as he replied, “That seems to be a trend lately.” He leaned in, bringing his face a breath away from hers. “But I only want your lipstick on me.”
She melted at his words, sinking back against the wall with a sigh. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
He angled his body away from hers to look into her eyes. “Why not?”
“Because,” she said, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. “It’s not real.” She motioned between them. “Yes, this is hot, but when you say something like that, it makes me feel like you want more than you do.”
Shock raced through her when he asked, “What if I do?”
Her throat went dry, and she croaked out, “What?”
“What if I want more?”
Silence stretched between them as she stared at him.
“You’re serious?”
His face shifted, the look there revealing how serious he was.
“I am.”
“But what about the game? You said you didn’t want any distractions.”
He shrugged. “I changed my mind. Besides, I can confidently say that I am fully distracted now. Don’t you remember what I said in the locker room?”
“You haunt my dreams every night,” he said,“You make me so hard that I wake up and need to immediately relieve myself.”
She had been so caught up in her desire that she hadn’t really been listening.
He changed his mind. Just like that? How is that even possible?
Her face must have displayed her disbelief because he asked, “Do you think I can’t change my mind?”
Her eyes rounded. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” he asked, stepping away from her.
“Read my mind like that.” She watched him fight the grin that was trying to appear.
“I can’t promise I won’t read your mind again,” he said, crossing his arms. “But I can promise you this, Sutton. I do want more.”
He pressed the door button and when it opened, he held out his hand. “Come on.”
Excitement rushed through her, and she realized that she was ready to see where they would go.
Even if it ends in disaster.
She took his hand, and he led her off the elevator, the walk to his apartment a short one. He unlocked the front door and pulled it open for her, her jaw dropping at the scene in front of her.
His apartment was huge, with an open concept probably bigger than her entire floor plan. The door opened into the living room, and a white carpet of rose petals directed them toward their destination.
A table for two covered in a white tablecloth sat in the middle of the room—tall, white, tapered candles shining on each sidewith a small vase of white roses set in the middle. Her eyes widened when she looked to the left and saw a giant bouquet of pink peonies placed on the chair.