Double Score

“I’ll get your bags.” He was already pulling them from the backseat and taking them inside. “Take a look at the cabin.”

I followed him up the stairs. It was small, but romantic. Exactly what I pictured. Only, I didn’t expect to speed here like I did, but none of that mattered. We were together and Sam seemed more relaxed than when we spoke on the phone.

The door opened and I inhaled. “Oh my God.” It was filled with candles and flowers. There was a bottle of wine on the table and a small fire in the fireplace.

“You like it?”

“I love it. It’s exactly what I wanted.”

He came up behind me and deadbolted the door closed. His hands circled my waist and he kissed my neck.

“You’re exactly what I want too.”

He pushed my cover up off my shoulders, dropping it at my feet. I spun around in his arms, remembering the last time we were together we danced in my studio.

His lips brushed over mine and I tipped forward to kiss him.

“Are you okay?” My fingers played with his hair. “You sounded upset on the phone. I was worried.”

“With you I am.” He lifted me from the floor and carried me across the room. I expected him to lower me on the couch in front of the fire, bu

t he kept walking.

“Where are we going?”

He kicked open another door. There was a huge tub filled with bubbles.

“Don’t you like to relax after a game?” he asked.

My eyes widened. “How did you know?” He placed my feet on the tile.

“Because I know what it feels like when you work your body like that for four hours. Ever muscle is sore. Every part hurts.”

I nodded, rubbing my neck. “Everything.”

“How’s your leg?” He lowered to the floor, dragging my shorts to my ankles. He stopped to kiss the back of my leg.

“Better when you do that.” I smiled. I liked the pampering. I liked the candles and the flowers and the huge tub with bubbles.

He rose from the floor and lifted my shirt overhead.

“Fuck, I love that your tits are so perfect,” he growled.

They hardened under his stare. I stepped toward him, pressing my hands to his chest.

“Are we both going to fit in that tub?” I looked over my shoulder.

He laughed. “No, it’s for you. Enjoy it and I’ll be waiting for you out there when you’re done.”

I looked at him strangely. “Really?”

“Really.” He kissed my forehead. “Enjoy it.”

He walked out of the bathroom and closed the door. I pivoted toward the bubbles. I was turned on from his kisses and his touch, but the bath was calling. I knew where he’d be when I got out.

I dipped one toe in, feeling the soothing relief of the hot water, then slid all the way in until I was submerged up to my shoulders. I rested my head on the back of the tub. I didn’t know Sam had a romantic side. I took in the moment and let my body relax. I didn’t worry about being a Goddess or trying out for the ballet. I didn’t worry that he wanted things to move faster than I did. I tried to block all of that out and realize that an insanely hot and sexy man had planned a spontaneous romantic overnight trip for me. That was all that mattered.

I wrapped the towel around my chest and cracked the bathroom door.