Good.
And then his gaze turns menacing and he leans in close. The trademark Holden gene making its appearance.
“That girl trusts you, asshole. You better not fucking hurt her.”
If I was a weaker man his words would have the intended impact of coming across as a threat.
But they don’t.
Not only because he doesn’t scare me, but because hurting Kit has never been my intention, so we’re on the same page as far as that goes.
“You should spend less time worrying about my marriage and more time worrying about your career.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
I slap his stomach, knowing my next words will hit him where it hurts. “Your off-season is almost over, and you gained twenty pounds of pure fat. You should put down the junk food and hit up the gym.” I give him a shit-eating grin. “Unless you want to lose another playoff game.”
He tries to act like my comment doesn’t bother him, but I know it got under his skin.
His entire body stiffens before he heads for the patio doors.
However, he pauses right before he exits.
“You should probably take that shower, little brother. You reek of cheap perfume and lies.”
His comment lands in the center of my chest with the force of a punch.
After he’s gone, I lift my beer in a silent toast.
You win.
Chapter 32
Kit
I press the button on the treadmill, cranking it up a few more notches so I can run faster.
Fast enough to let me focus on not dying instead of a shirtless Preston who’s lifting weights a mere seven feet away.
I thought having the downstairs gym remodeled would be a good thing.
It’s the worst.
Filling my lungs, I force my feet to keep up with the rapidly moving belt.
Force myself not to look at the beads of sweat dripping down his sculpted torso.
Force myself not to look at the gray sweatpants that are slung dangerously low on his hips…displaying those razor-sharp V cuts above his groin.
Force my gaze not to slide down to the faint trail of hair that disappears into his sweatpants.
Sweatpants that showcase the outline of his big…
“You look a little flushed.”
I snap my head up. “That’s because I’m running.”
Trying to give my body another physical outlet to benefit from since I still won’t let Preston give me another orgasm. I have a sneaky suspicion he’s starting to suspect something is wrong, though because my fake period has lasted for eleven days…so far.
However, the way I see it, it’s only fair.
We’re a team. Which means I don’t get to reap all the benefits while he’s left servicing me on a regular basis.
Because I’m not a selfish jerk.
I slam the button again, causing me to run so fast I almost trip and fall on my face.
Preston, who’s now doing this thing that makes his abs ripple, smirks. “You good over there?”
I grip the sides of the treadmill. “Yup. Just trying to get the blood flowing.”
Oh, it’s flowing all right. Flowing straight to all the places it shouldn’t.
Suddenly, he stops moving.
His dark, hungry gaze travels up and down my body in a slow, sensual perusal, making me feel naked and exposed.
“I’m going in the sauna.”
The suggestive tone of his voice and the carnal look in his eyes makes it clear it was an invitation.
Oh, hell. Maybe we can work out an arrangement where he gets me off once a month.
No. Because then I’d still be taking advantage of his…aptitude.
Besides, I’m sweaty and gross.
It would be wrong.
But why? Why would it be wrong to let him touch me in that way only he can and make me come?
Why would it be wrong to give in to this desire I have for him?
Fuck it.
I’m a good person, but I’m not a saint.
I’m a hot-blooded woman with needs, dammit. Needs he’s more than capable of satisfying.
I slam the button on the treadmill, causing it to stop so abruptly I stumble forward.
My head feels lightheaded and the floor dips beneath me as I make my way to the sauna.
A dense fog envelops me the moment I step inside.
It’s not a gigantic sauna like you’d see at a swanky fitness center, but it’s roomy enough to fit twelve people inside comfortably. A single large wooden bench wraps around the expanse of it. Not that I can see it because the steam factor in here is set to ten.
I take a step forward, tripping over something in the process. When I look down, I see his sweatpants and boxers on the floor in a messy pile.
I feel lightheaded for a whole new reason then.
“Are you naked?”
His deep voice cuts across the humid, smoggy room. “It’s a sauna.”
Duh. Can’t really say I blame him for going commando because my shorts and sports bra are sticking to me like a second skin right now, weighing me down.
“Right.”
I take an anxious step forward, and then another until the clouds of fog that were separating us break free and I see him.
He’s leaning against the wall, sitting on the bench with his legs spread nonchalantly…naked as the day he was born.
I freeze, keeping my gaze trained on his face. It’s not that I’m not curious…I just don’t want the thing between his legs to ruin the moment and cause me to flee.
He crooks a finger at me. “Come here.”
My heart feels like it’s beating ten times faster than it was when I was on the treadmill as I make my way over to him.
“Hi.”
Curling a hand around my waist, he gently pulls me forward until I’m standing between his parted legs.
“Hi.”
His thumb skates down the length of my stomach before disappearing into the waistband of my shorts, caressing the skin there.
My breath hitches because I feel the contact everywhere.
“Lift your arms.”
When I do, his fingers find the hem of my sports bra and he pulls it over my head. It hits the floor behind me with a loud slap.
His pulse thrums against his throat as he palms my breasts, his thumbs rolling over my nipples until they’re hard enough to cut glass.
A pained sound escapes me when he brings one to his mouth and sucks, taking eager little pulls that turn me into putty in his arms.
His index finger slithers down my torso until it hooks inside the band of my shorts and he slowly tugs them, along with my panties, down my legs.
Gripping his shoulder for balance, I step out of them and kick them to the side.
And then I’m naked, too.
Those smoldering eyes drink me in from head to toe like I’m a gorgeous piece of artwork before settling on my face. “You’re perfect.”
That’s not true. My body has flaws just like everyone else’s, but in this moment, I’ve never felt more beautiful…or turned on.
I can’t take it anymore, so I close the distance between us and kiss him. When our mouths meet, it is urgent and intense…fire and ice. He feeds me his tongue in taunting strokes as his hand makes its way between my legs.
The sensation of his finger slipping inside me and the dark, gruff noise he makes as he does it is enough to knock me off my feet.