Page 135 of Bad Run

I shove my phone back in my pocket, knock on Gwen’s apartment door, and wait. As much as I wanted to take Gwen home and stay the night, I didn’t. It was late, and I had some things I needed to do, so I dropped her off at her place after our date.

Gwen opens the door wearing only an oversized T-shirt. My T-shirt.

The sexy little thief.

A balloon of pride swells in my chest at the sight of her.

“Good morning.”

“Morning.” She yawns, her voice thick with sleep. “What are you doing here?”

“Just dropping you off some coffee.” I lift the tray of coffee cups up for her to see, and she grins. I point to each cup. “This is butterscotch, and that’s cinnamon bun.”

“This is so sweet, thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

Gwen lifts onto her toes and kisses me. “Want to come in?”

I’d give anything to be able to come inside, but I need to get my ducks in a row before all the dominoes fall.

“I wish I could, but I have a few meetings I need to take care of before practice.”

“Okay.”

I fight the urge to rub the piercing pain in my breastbone at the sight of her crestfallen face. I never want Gwen to doubt me. She has slowly become my reason for living.

I step into her space, forcing her into her apartment. I place the tray of coffees in my hand on the entry table and loop my arms around her back, pulling her close. Her head falls between her shoulders, and she stares up at me.

“Believe me when I say I want to stay. But if I do, I’ll never make it to my game. I’ll have you naked and moaning my name as you come around my cock all day long.”

At my confession, her pupils dilate and she licks her lips.

“You want that, don’t you?” I slide my hands down her back and grip her ass in my palms.

“I wouldn’t hate it,” she whispers.

“Come home with me tonight.” I don’t exactly ask, but when she smiles at my command, I know I’ve got her.

“I think I can make that work.”

“Think you can also come by the locker room real quick before my game and give me a good luck kiss?”

Amused, Gwen bites her lip and nods. “I can make that happen.”

I give her ass a playful squeeze. “I look forward to it.”

“I bet you do,” she says with a rasp that vibrates in her sexy throat and triggers my dick.

“Oh, I do. And so much more,” I whisper.

Her eyes turn a shade greener at the mention of more, triggering my heart to gallop and my chest to tighten. I can see the words swirling in her turquoise depths as easily as I can hear them in my head.

Right words. Wrong time.

I’ll need more than a few minutes before work to tell Gwen how I feel. I don’t want to just say the words; I want to show her. With my mouth, my hands, my cock. With every single part of me. I want her to feel loved.

“Can I get a kiss before I leave?” I ask, forging another plan for tonight.