Play with Me (With Me in Seattle 3)

“Big shot football star,” I murmur, earning a light slap on my ass and I grin. I continue tracing it with my fingertips and push up to kiss his chin.

“So you’re not just a pretty face,” I remark sarcastically.

“No, that’s you, babe. You’ve got the pretty face.”

“I’m so not your type.” I roll off him and run my hands down my face.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

Will rolls on top of me and glares down at me, pissed off.

“It just means that I’m not what most athletes would go for. I’m not tall, blonde and leggy. I’m not arm candy. I’m a rocker chick-turned-nurse. I’m no one special.”

With each word coming out of my mouth I’m pissing him off more.

Why? It’s just the truth.

“Have you heard a word I’ve told you? You are exactly my type. Physically and emotionally. I love this sweet body of yours. I love your dirty mouth. Aside from your crazy hours, I’m proud as fuck of you for being an awesome nurse and friend to those kids of yours. I don’t care what anyone says, you are who I want.”

He cups my face in his hands. “You are what I want. Just you.”

“I didn’t mean to piss you off, I just…”

“You didn’t just piss me off, honey. You put yourself down, and hurt my feelings. Trust me, if you didn’t interest me, you wouldn’t be here.”

I run my fingers down his face and smile up at him gently. “Okay.”

“Now, I’m hungry.”

“Kitchen sex?” I ask excitedly as he pulls me to my feet and tosses one of his jerseys at me.

“Food first, then yes, if you’re good, I’ll let you have your way with me on the kitchen counter.”

“Yes!”

* * *

“I never realized how messy kitchen sex is,” I murmur and watch Will fiddle with the shower heads, lowering them so they don’t hit me in the face.

His shower is massive. We could easily host the entire offensive line in here.

“That’s better, come on.” He takes my hand and pulls me gently into the shower. Oh, God, the hot water feels amazing. I glance down to see the remnants of ice cream and chocolate syrup get washed down the drain.

“Here, it’s your fault that I’m sticky. You wash me.” I hand him a washcloth and he lathers it up with my body wash. “Hey, when did my body wash show up here?”

“I bought it to keep here. I’m hoping you’ll be staying here a lot, at least when I’m home.” He smiles down at me and warmth spreads through me. “Of course, you’re welcome here even when I’m not home.”

“I’m happy to stay when you’re home. It seems silly to stay here when you’re gone, given that my place is less than twenty minutes from here. We’ll have to put some of your things at my place too, in case we end up there.”

He jerks me against him and kisses me roughly.

“Hey! I’m not clean. Let’s get clean before we get dirty again.”

He laughs down at me and finishes cleaning us both off, and then we take turns rinsing the suds off our bodies.

Will wraps me in a large bath sheet, warm from a towel warmer. “You’re going to spoil me, Montgomery.”

“Good.” He kisses my forehead and wraps a towel around his waist. “Let’s go back to bed.”

“My hair is wet.”

He frowns at my hair for a second. “Wait here.”

He marches out of the bathroom and I hear cabinet doors banging and then he’s back with a blow dryer. “Jules left this here a few months ago. She probably has ten of them.”

He plugs the blow dryer in and motions for me to stand in front of him, and he systematically blows my hair dry.

Well, shit. No man has ever done that before.

I meet his eyes in the mirror and he smiles contentedly, then concentrates again on my hair. When it’s dry, he turns off the dryer and lays it on the countertop to cool.

“Bed.”

Chapter Ten

“Wake up, sweetheart.”

Will brushes my hair off my face and kisses my cheek.

“Hmph.”

“I have to go, babe, I need you to wake up.”

Go?

I open my eyes and take in the pretty. God, he’s a nice way to wake up. “Mornin,” I murmur and stretch.

“Good morning.”

I sit up and let the sheet drop to my lap and push my hair back over my shoulders. Will’s eyes are on my breasts and I grin. “Like what you see?”

“You have no idea.”

“Stay here and show me.” I lay back and open my arms to him. He climbs across the bed and kisses me, hovering over me.

“I can’t stay. I have to go train for a while. You can come with me if you want.” He kisses my nose as I laugh up at him.

“Honey, I don’t run. If you ever see me running, you’d better start running too ‘cause that means that something is chasing me.”

He chuckles down at me, kisses me again, and then sits up. “You’re funny. Okay, then lazy bones, stay here and look gorgeous in my bed. I have to go get tortured for a while.”

“I work tonight,” I remind him and he frowns.

“What shift?”

“Swing. I have to be there at two and get off at two in the morning.”

“How long does this shift go this week?”

“Just tonight, then I’m off three in a row.” I snuggle down in the comfortable white sheets and hug Will’s pillow to me as I talk to him. “This pillow smells like you.”

“Come here tonight after work.”

“I don’t know…”

“Please.” His hand glides from my knee, up my thigh and over my hip to my side. “I don’t want to be without you tonight.”

“Okay. No game this weekend? This is Sunday, isn’t it?”

“It’s Monday night this week. I was hoping you’d be off so you could come. I own one of the suites and the family usually comes and hangs out and watches the game.”

“Oh, that’s right. Jules and Natalie asked me to go out for a little shopping and happy hour with them Monday. They said the guys were going to the game and we should do the girl thing.”

“That’s cool too. We can meet up after the game.” He kisses my forehead and climbs off the bed.

“Are you really cool with me not going to the game?” I ask uncertainly.

“It’s fine. We’re still early in the season, there will be plenty of games for you to see. Have fun with the girls.”