Once I started I couldn’t stop. Everything came tumbling out.
“Anything else?” he asked.
I shook my head. I had lost all professionalism. All composure. I couldn’t meet his eyes.
“If you’re done, I was thinking about taking a shower.” He tugged on the hem of his T-shirt and peeled it over his chest.
My mouth hung open.
He wanted me to see his perfect body. How it was crafted into sharp angles and ridges that met more planes of firm muscles.
He strolled across the room and turned on the light in the bathroom. The glow of lights behind him contrasted with his tanned skin and hair. His broad shoulders filled the doorway.
“But the game,” I protested. I knew I owed him a better apology—I had speared him.
“I’ll be out in a few, love.”
He closed the door and I stared in disbelief.
I heard the shower sputter to life on the other side of the door. I was out of my element. I was in over my head. Lachlan Kenzie was in control, and suddenly I felt as if I were back on that airplane getting ready to take off.
Chapter Nine
Lachlan
I had to stand under a cold shower. Her scent filled my room. I needed to wash the heat off my skin. I needed the cold water to calm my cock. I’d never been so turned on by a tongue lashing in my life. Her eyes sparkled and her pouty lips puckered and danced when she spoke. We didn’t even know each other, but it was clear I had gotten under her skin. And as hard as my dick was, she had gotten under mine.
Part of what she said was true. She might be my last chance. Rick was gone. The team hated me. All I had was this pretty girl from America, ready to throw everything in to save me.
She was the only one who rushed to Rio. The other companies had dropped me without a phone call. I didn’t want to know what that was going to cost me. No one else was here, but this fucking sex temptress who held the key to my fortune’s future.
I ran my fingers through my hair, soaping the strands with shampoo. The problem was I couldn’t think about my career. I couldn’t think about football. All I could think about was what I wanted to do with Aspen in my room. I’d never wanted a woman like this.
I leaned my forehead against the cool tiles. My dick was as hard as a rock. Fuck.
I turned off the water and reached for my towel.
Once I opened that door, she was going to lay into me about cleaning up my image. I’d heard it before. I knew the words before she said them. She probably had a five-point plan ready to go. But how could I concentrate on anything other than her sweet lips?
I wrapped the towel around my waist, not bothering to dry off. I opened the door, letting a wave of steam hit the bedroom before walking out.
“Oh my God. You have to put on some clothes.” Aspen shielded her eyes with her hands.
I chuckled. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen on any of the ads I’m in,” I taunted, standing in front of her. I knew she had been watching me like I had been watching her.
She had taken off her stuffy jacket. She slowly let her hands fall to her lap. “That’s not the same thing. This is real.”
I was ready to make it extremely real.
I crossed one wet arm over her and then the other. She wiggled backward on the bed so that I leaned forward.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes were wide, but I saw the lust in them.
I brushed my lips over hers.
“Tasting you,” I growled.
Her lips were soft and warm. I lingered for a second, inhaling her, breathing the same air before I slipped my tongue in her mouth, reveling in the way our rhythm quickly matched each other. I didn’t know a woman’s tongue could glide and twist like Aspen’s. It made me wonder what else she could do with it. She moaned as I pressed my body against hers, soaking the front of her silk shirt with shower water. She tasted like cinnamon laced with fire and heat.