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“I am.”
My head rocks back. “I have to wait to have you?”
“Afraid so, big guy.” She leans over, kissing me.
I place my hand on the back of her head, keeping her lips on mine as long as she’s willing.
“She’s working, get your mouth off her,” comes Ruby’s voice from behind her.
Leigh strips her mouth off mine, laughing and moving away as I grasp for her. My night was just ruined by a petite, red-haired woman with the attitude of a mobster.
I stay in the room watchingSportsNight, and Leigh comes in and out, serving me refills. As the night wears on, my desire to have her increases every time I see her ass in those shorts.
I venture out of the room under the guise of using the bathroom. If Leigh wasn’t here, I’d be up in my condo, but even the few minutes every half hour that I get to spend with her is too tempting for me to just leave.
Ruby is behind the bar and talking to two men I’m fairly sure are regulars. There’s no sign of Leigh, so I wait until Ruby turns her back to me, then I walk through the back door into the storage room.
Leigh is there on her tiptoes, reaching for something. “You need a step stool. How on Earth do you get this down?” she says, presumably thinking I’m Ruby.
I shut the door and press the lock.
She looks over her shoulder, surprise and delight in her eyes when she sees me. “Rowan.”
I grab the box she’s trying to get. “Here.”
“What are you doing in here?”
I cradle her cheek, my thumb running down the front of her throat. Urging her back against the wall, I watch my thumb move over the delicate skin on her throat. “You know what I’m doing here.”
“Ruby will kill us,” she stage-whispers.
“Ruby is busy.” I press my lips to hers, and she grabs the back of my shirt, sliding her tongue into my mouth.
That’s my girl.
Twenty-Seven
Kyleigh
Rowan grabs my hips,propping me up on an empty keg. “You’re really challenging my willpower tonight.” His finger dips under the hem of my shorts. “I’m not sure about these.”
“You gonna try to tell me what to wear?”
He chuckles, and his face lights up with an expression that reads “No because I care about my dick.” It makes some tender part of my heart ache.
I’m falling for him. I’ve known it for some time, but tonight, while I ventured in and out of that backroom, the way he would smile at me as if I’m his entire world pierced my heart because I know I’m guaranteed to lose him.
First, I’ve been lying to him. Second, he has so much going on in his world other than me. He’s a hockey icon, and I know from my brother being in the league that that’s where his priority has to be in order to remain at the level he’s at. I witnessed my brother let everything else fade away in order to play the sport he loves.
So right now, Rowan might want only me, but eventually, he’ll grow bored, or the season will start, or he won’t want anything serious. And I get it. Conor would be the same way. I can’t change the rules now just because I fell for him.
“I would never tell you what to wear. But I only have you for a few minutes, and I want to make the most of it.” He tips his head, lips falling to mine.
Rowan’s tongue slides into my mouth, and I moan from wanting more than we can have right now. He takes it slow and easy, which only spurs a ravenous desire to have him right here.
My hands fly to the buttons of his shirt, which is a change from the usual T-shirts he wears. I unbutton the top two, but then his hand cups my breast over my shirt and bra. My fingers slide between the gap in the fabric, and I rip open his shirt, buttons flinging in all different directions. His fingertips flex against my skin.
He steps back, and I inch forward, not wanting his lips off mine.
