Jules: Just checking.
Rider: Goddamn nurses.
Jules: HAHA. Goddamn hockey players, and you guys did good tonight. Everyone at the bar went crazy.
Rider: Thanks. Can you go on Skype?
Jules: Um, don’t you have company?
Rider: What are you talking about?
Okay, I need to word this so I don’t come off sounding jealous, or possessive. I don’t want a relationship with this man and he doesn’t want one with me.
Jules: I thought you guys celebrated after a game.
Rider: I bailed. What are you wearing?
I laugh out loud, and Peaches darts into the other room. Okay, so Candy was straight up lying to me, and I don’t want to examine how happy I am about that.
Before I can text back, my phone alerts me that a Skype call is coming in.
A little yelp jumps from my throat and I run to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror. I know what’s between us is only sex, but I pinch my cheeks and tidy my hair in my ponytail. You’re beautiful. As his words rush through my brain, I slide my finger across the screen and as soon as his face comes in to view, my heart beats a little faster. How is it possible that he gets more handsome by the day? I thought this physical attraction to him would eventually wear off, but if anything, I want him more and more.
“Hey,” he says sounding a little breathless, his hair a bit damp from a recent shower.
“Where are you?” I ask, and try to see what’s behind him.
He looks around and shakes his head. “Another random hotel room.”
I head upstairs to get comfortable, but he has a strange expression on his face. In fact, the wingman with the sense of humor seems a bit lonely. Concern niggles in the pit of my stomach.
“You sure you’re okay?” I ask as I grip my curtains and tug, closing out the night.
“Yeah.”
“How come you didn’t go out to celebrate?”
“Didn’t feel like it?”
“What’s Kane going to do for a wingman?” I tease as I enter my room and plop down onto my bed.
“I guess he’s on his own.” He bites his lip, like he always does when he’s about to say or do something dirty. “Show me what you’re wearing.”
I shrug. “Just my regular clothes.”
“Okay then, show me what’s underneath.”
A thrill goes through me. “I am not doing that.”
“Why the hell not? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Okay, now that is tempting.
“Remember, you touched yourself for me the other night,” he says, his voice growing gruffer. God, I love the huskiness to his tone. It arouses me even more.
“Yes,” I answer, my breathless voice giving away the desire building in me. Rider’s telltale grin lets me know he’s aware of my arousal. Honestly, I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s inappropriate and naughty and I have to say, I like it. I like it a lot.
The sound of a zipper releasing reaches my ears.