g the odd tension ebbing between us, but I hated the distance and stood, taking the four steps to his chair.
“I don’t want to rush you into anything,” I said.
“You won’t.”
“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” His long fingers reached for my hips, pulling me between his legs. From my vantage point, standing above him, I could see just how aroused he really was. Anderson tugged on my shirt, nudging me to sit in his lap. I climbed on top, straddling his hips. Oh yeah, he was definitely aroused.
He pushed his fingers into my hair and said, “I’m back, Heaven, don’t worry about rushing me or making me feel uncomfortable. Don’t worry about me leaving or blowing up. I’ve had a long time to think about how I want to live my life and one thing is for certain, what I want most of all is you.”
“And the guys?”
He laughed. “They’re a given.”
He brought my face to his and we kissed, long and slow, both of us too exhausted to bring too much fervor into it. I felt the love in his touch, in the way his mouth worshipped mine.
“You know,” he said, pulling away, “it’s not like I hadn’t thought of it before.”
My breath caught. “You have?”
He nodded.
“Anything in…” a massive yawn over took me, but I spit out the final word, “particular?”
He shook his head and laughed. “I’m about to tell you my biggest fantasy and you’re about to fall asleep!”
“No!” I cried, laughing with him. “Tell me, tell me your biggest fantasy!”
“Not a chance.” He pushed his arms beneath me, lifting me with a mock groan.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, legs dangling over his arm.
“To bed.”
“Are you coming with me?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Not tonight. You’re exhausted and I can promise you one thing…”
“What’s that?”
“When you and I make love again, it’s going to take all the energy you have.”
I linked my arms around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him once more before he carried me off to bed.
46
Hayden
Spring was a relative term if you lived in Atlanta. The calendar might declare the season but the weather jumped straight from cold to hot, adding a heavy dose of humidity to the mix.
The muggy air wasn’t the only thing that welcomed me at the airport. Sabine along with two dozen fans dressed in my jersey, number 05, waving signs. A mixture of emotion crashed over me. It was an amazing feeling that the fans still wanted me back, that they hadn’t abandoned me. But seeing Sabine waiting for me at the gate landed like a brick in my stomach. She wasn’t happy, despite the fake smile plastered across her mouth, but she didn’t show it. No, she was here to do a job and that meant I was back on the clock too.
I guess my recovery was officially over.
“Baby!” she squealed when she saw me. I scanned the area for the photographers I knew were waiting. Sure enough a flash, then five more, blinded me as Sabine pulled me into a tight hug. Dots swirled in front of my eyes from the camera and I felt a wave of dizziness crash over me.
“Smile, asshole. The cameras are watching,” she whispered in my ear, followed by a wet kiss.
The fans went crazy when they saw that, well most of them, I noticed a few girls give Sabine scowls as she snuggled under my free arm. I fought back an amused laugh.