Page 100 of Touchdown, Tennessee

Leave it to me to love a man who doesn’t commit.

I glanced over at one of the sets of double doors that led out into the main hotel hallway.

After a few of the guys gave me bro-hugs and fist bumps, I reached for Gray’s hand.

“Come with me,” I said close to his ear.

“Gladly.”

We managed to find a brief moment where we could slip out of the crowd. I pushed open one of the doors and kept my hand locked in his, practically dragging him down the hall.

There was a window at one end with a little ledge in front of it.

I looked around and didn’t see anybody else in the hallway. The front lobby and reception desk were at the other end of thehall, and the only other thing down here was a door that led to some stairs.

For one brief moment, we were alone.

“I think I’m fucking obsessed with you,” I breathed, pushing him up against the windowsill ledge.

My hands found their way under his suit jacket instantly.

I pressed my mouth to his, kissing him because I couldn’t help myself. He opened his mouth to mine, my tongue sliding on his, hot and slick.

I was desperate.

I was rapidly hardening under my nice pants, too.

I felt like an animal who’d just been unleashed, overcome with raw desire and not knowing where to even put it, right now.

Gray hummed as I kissed lower on his neck. “If I knew you’d like my Sinatrathatmuch, I would have done it sooner.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I looked up at his eyes. “Were you grossed out when Luke called us a couple?”

“Grossed out? What am I, a ten-year-old?”

I sighed, running my palm along his chest, grasping for him. “You know what I fucking mean, Gilman. Did it feel… wrong?”

I met his eyes, and he watched me for a moment.

I loved his lashes. The silvery blue of his eyes. Even the faint darkness around his eyes that always made him look tired.

“It didn’t feel wrong,” he said. “But I don’t know why you’re asking me this.”

I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff.

Wondering if I should jump down, plunging into unknown waters below, or back off and preserve what I’d always known.

Or maybe, right now, I just wanted to do something out of left field. Surprisehim, for once. Because Gray Gilman made me feel like my life wasn’t just a train on rails.

He made me feel like there were no rules at all.

I slid my palm up along his chest until it rested on his throat. I clasped him there gently, feeling my cock ache between my legs.

“Maybe I didn’t hate it when he said we were a couple,” I told him.

“You don’t want that,” he murmured. “Judging by your past experiences…”

“Didn’t want it with Danny,” I said. “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t with you.”