Her fingers thread in my hair and she exhales a little laugh. “Join the club.”
Straightening, I catch her pale blue eyes. “Did you only ever wrestle with your father?”
“Yeah.” Her gaze goes distant. “Renée was never much of a fighter. She and I did not have that in common.”
My jaw tightens. I don’t want to talk about her sister, but she keeps going, like she’s walking down some memory lane.
“She did really well in school, like me. She was really going places, top of her class, passed the CPA exam… Then she just walked away from it all.” Her blue eyes land on mine. “Maybe you know why?”
Clearing my throat, I shift under her, moving her to sit beside me on the mattress. “I barely know your sister.”
She sits quietly for a moment. I’m on my stomach, my arms crossed under my head, wondering how we got on this topic.
A cool hand touches my shoulder, tracing her finger along the line at the top of my bicep. “So you know my Rocky story… Why Patton? What’s wrong with George?”
She climbs over my lower back, putting both hands on my shoulders and starting to massage, and I realize my muscles are sore. “That feels good.”
“In addition to being a WWE wannabe, I’m also a pretty great masseuse.”
Soft hair touches my back, and she sprinkles warm kisses between soothing touches. Every velvet touch of her warm lips registers below my belt, hardening my dick. I’m completely distracted and ready to pull her under me when she speaks.
“So tell me.”
“I’m sorry… Tell you what?”
She exhales a soft laugh. “Patton. Not George.”
Oh, right. “Have you ever found the name George attractive?”
“I never really thought about it.” Her hot little core is perched right on my ass, and she slides her hands down the length of my torso, stopping to make circles in my lower back. “To me the person makes the name attractive or not. Like I knew a guy named Thomas once, and he was such a dick. Now I hate that name. But I bet there are lots of nice men named Thomas…”
“When we first joined the military, I was put in charge of our squad. Somebody called me Patton, after the general, it caught on, and I liked it.”
The soft flutter of my tee hitting the floor catches my eye, and she leans forward, her taut nipples against my back, her soft lips grazing the shell of my ear as she whispers. “You’ve been bossing people around ever since?”
That does it. Lifting onto an elbow, I reach back and catch her upper arm, pulling her down onto the mattress. She lets out a shriek of laughter, and I slide my torso over hers, caging her in my arms.
“Yes.” Dipping my head, I pull a nipple between my lips and flicker my tongue over it.
She wiggles her hands free and threads her fingers in my hair. “Always so bossy.” Her voice is breathless as I move to the opposite breast. “What happens when people don’t do what you say?”
Lifting my chin, I look straight in her blue eyes. “I show them the door.”
Her eyebrows quirk up, and she smiles. “Does that include me?”
Sliding higher, I cover her mouth with mine, pushing her lips apart and curling our tongues together. I don’t know if it includes her. My stomach is tight and my desire is white hot. It’s our last night, and I only want to be deep between her thighs, sharing the bliss I’ve been addicted to all weekend.
Her mouth chases mine, kissing me back with matching fervor. I reach for the bedside drawer, and the topic is forgotten for tonight…
“Will it look suspicious if we walk into the office together?” I glance over at her, holding my hand from the passenger seat of my car.
“No.” Taking my hand away, I use it to steer us into the parking garage.
r /> The closer we’ve gotten to Nashville, the more conflicted I feel. Being with her this weekend was incredible. We talked about so many things, and coming back, I feel less angry than I have in years.
“I think it’s going to be suspicious because you never smile.” In my peripheral vision, I see her watching me, a grin curling her lips. “Just like that.”
When she points, I feel it. I am smiling. “I’m glad Marley’s coming home today.”