TKO: Total Knock Out (TKO 1)

“Raegan, are you sure?”

“Yes.” She sighs.

I hand her a t-shirt and step out of the room so she can change. When I open the door she is under the covers almost asleep. I slide in beside her and place the comforter over myself and just stare at the ceiling. In my mind, I see a million and one things we could be. A million and one scenarios and all of them have my stomach doing somersaults. Raegan is here and wants me in the bed with her. But I can’t touch her.

“I meant what I said in the bar,” she whispers. “And…Garrett?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“This.” And then she leans over to me, her brown hair lightly hanging over my face, almost tickling me. She likes me, she meant what she said in the bar. I hold my breath when her lips brush against mine. I kiss back, and for a moment things almost get out of hand, but I hold back. When she pulls away, I notice the sparkle in her eyes.

“Raegan?” It’s now or never.

“Yeah?”

“Can I see you again? You know, outside the gym?”

“I’d love that.” Her fiery eyes stare into mine.

I grin as my gut twists with a burning desire I’ve never experienced before with a woman. How can one woman make everything seem so right? Can’t be love, it’s way too soon. Or is it? I don’t know what this is but for the first time in my life the sensation of being complete overwhelms me and I don’t want to spend a single moment without her.

As her eyelashes close, she lays her head on my chest. In mere minutes, she is snoring softly.

Holy shit. I don’t think in my wildest dreams I would have imagined this happening tonight. Here I am in my bed with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen lying on my chest. I’ve never brought a woman home and never had the desire too. Breaking the rules, that’s what I was doing tonight. Problem is, will she regret this in the morning? There is no way in hell I do. I don’t want things to be awkward, but I’m so scared they will be.

The last thing I do before I let myself fall asleep is breathe her scent in and take in everything about her. I kiss her hair and sigh again as her scent takes over my soul. I don’t want to sleep because that means morning will come, and in the morning she’ll leave and who knows when she’ll be back.

If it were up to me, she’d be here more often and not just because she had too much to drink. She said she’d love to see me again outside the gym, and I vow to ask her out tomorrow. I want to show her I am a gentleman and that I’d do anything in this world for her.

But that’s fantasy land and this is reality.

Who am I kidding?

Fuck it—I’m going to hold her all night long and not let her go. She meant what she said, I know it.

Chapter 9

Raegan

I open my eyes and realize I’m in bed next to Garrett wearing one of his t-shirts and my head feels a little foggy.

Damn panty droppers!

I’m never going to drink again. Did we have sex? God, I really hope not. Not that I don’t like him, but that’s not something I would want to do after having too much to drink, however much it was. I don’t want him thinking I’m some loose broad. If and when we ever have sex, I want to be fully aware of every touch and kiss involved. I want to experience everything he has to offer.

I clap my hand over my mouth to keep from shrieking; I kissed him last night. Kissed him in this bed and he kissed me back before I passed out. And damn what a kiss it was. I told him I freaking liked him.

Ohmigod, Raegan, way to go!

How am I supposed to show my face at Lou’s now? He’s going to run and blab to everyone and then I’ll be the biggest joke in there. My brain is as fuzzy as a peach right now and another moment from last night creeps in, as I recall when he asked if he could see me again. I told him yes. Oh. My. Gosh. Did he mean it though?

The alarm clock reads three thirty-five in the morning, and I all but fly out the bed without waking him. I have to get home before Dad notices I’m not there.

Blindly, I fish for my jeans and slide them on. As I button them, I glance over at Garrett who is sleeping like a baby. The moon shining through the window casts an almost shimmering light on him; I didn’t think it was possible for him to look better than he already did but in that light, damn. I hate to leave and not say anything but I honestly don’t want to face him right now. I’m acting as if we fooled around, and we didn’t. I wish I could just open up to him. Maybe one day, but not now.