Katie gasps. “For real?”
Olive rolls her eyes. “For real. Seriously. Go.”
“Tell Lacey I’m so grateful for the opportunity. That I loved it,” Katie says, her voice brimming with excitement.
“Tell her I loved it too,” I say drily.
“Somehow I doubt the team will be upset with you about a thing.” Olive’s tone is equally dry.
“Tell her anyway,” I add.
“I will,” Olive says.
“You guys are the best. You really don’t mind?” Katie asks.
“We’ll take it from here.”
“We’ve got this covered,” the guy in glasses chimes in. Then to me, he says, “Good luck Sunday. I’ll be rooting for you to clinch.”
“We all will,” Olive says, then grabs the guy’s arm, and they take off.
I return my gaze to Katie, but not before I do a quick sweep of the lobby. A receptionist tries to keep herself busy at the desk, but I can tell she’s also trying just as hard to listen.
The elevator stops, lets off passengers. Someone enters through the revolving door.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re at my home, since it’s closer.
The second the door shuts, Katie parks her hands on her hips. “Spill. I waited during that whole Lyft ride. And it was hard. Really hard.”
I laugh and loop an arm around her waist, tugging her close. “I’m so proud of you, my sexy, impatient, brilliant, tough, gutsy woman.”
She rolls her eyes. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere. Talk. I am dying to know what you decided. I updated you on my day the whole ride over. I told you every detail.”
I swipe my thumb along her jaw, laughing at her greedy heart.
It matches mine.
And my greedy heart doesn’t want to wait a second longer. I won’t let timing rule my choices. I’m done with waiting, and planning, and hoping.
“Sometimes, you have to make your own time,” I say, turning more serious. “That’s what you did for us today, and I love it. And I love you, Katie.”
She shudders out a breath, roping her arms tighter around my waist. “I love you too, Harlan. So much.”
“And I love what you did. Because I learned you have to stop looking for the perfect moment and just seize it, instead. So that’s what I’m doing now.” I take a big gulp of air. Dear God, I hope she likes my plans. I truly do. I hope they aren’t presumptuous. But here goes. “At the end of the season, I’m going to retire.”
Her mouth falls open. Goosebumps rise on her arms, and her eyes widen to saucer size. “What?”
I smile, feeling so damn good about this. Feeling resolute. “I’ve had a great career. I’m healthy and injury-free. I’ve won more games than lost. I have two rings, great stats, and amazing memories with incredible teammates.” I take a beat—my throat tightens with emotions, but I push through them. “But the thing I don’t have that I want more than anything, more than football, more than winning, is time. Time with my little girl, and time with the woman I love.”
Her lips quiver, and her eyes shine with tears. “You’re not going to open . . .?”
“Open a pie shop?” I supply.
“Yeah?”
I shake my head.
“An ice cream/foosball place?”
Another shake.
“Are you going to be, I dunno, a broadcaster, or a play-by-play analyst?”
I laugh, shaking my head, holding her tight. “No. I just want to be . . .” My heart expands as the words take shape. I hope this doesn’t freak her out. “. . . a dad.”
She lets go of me, her hand flying to her mouth, tears streaking her cheeks. “Oh my God.”
But I’m not done. “And if you’ll have me, I want to be your man. I want to spend my time with you and my girl.”
“Stop, just stop.”
My brow knits. I freeze. “What did I say wrong?”
She shakes her head, grabbing me harder, pulling me closer. “That is the sweetest thing.”
“Yeah?” I ask, my smile returning.
“So sweet. I love it.”
“You do?”
“I do. So much. It’s perfect for you.”
“I just want to have weekends with Abby. And you. I want to go to her gymnastics showcases, and I want you to come with us. I want to take her to the playground, or whatever she wants to do, and bake pies with her and you, and not worry about traveling to New York or Dallas or Seattle. I just want . . . time. I want it with her, and I want it with you.”
And I’d really like to have kids with you.
But I don’t say that yet. I don’t want to scare her off. Soon, I’ll tell her. Very soon.
She swipes her fingers across her cheeks, wiping away tears. “I think that’s a perfect post-football career.”
I run a hand through her hair, kiss her eyelids, her cheek, her jaw, then return to her lips. I kiss her with newfound freedom, with the sense that we can kiss again tomorrow and the next day, and then again on Sunday.
When I break it, I toss her onto my shoulder and head for the stairs. “If memory serves, you liked this fireman’s carry,” I say.
“Mmm. Loved it,” she says as I take the steps two by two. “Are you taking me to your room to do bad things to me, handsome?”
“I’m going to do very good things to you,” I say as I reach the landing. When I set her down, I look into her eyes. “Hey. You want to come to the game this Sunday?”
She nibbles on the corner of her lips. “Can I kiss you when you clinch?”
Oh, yeah. She knows me so well. “You better. I want a hot, sexy sideline kiss from my woman.”
She tap-dances her fingers up my shirt. “Then you better win, handsome.”
“I plan to.”
I make quick work of her clothes, and football falls completely from my head. In seconds, we’re naked, tumbling onto my bed, and rubbing and pressing against each other.
Her hands slide up my chest, her fingers sending a rush of pleasure through me. “Can I ride you?” she whispers.
A groan works its way past my lips, coming from deep inside me. “Yes. The answer to that is anytime.”
I shift to my back, and she straddles me. She dips her face to mine, kissing me as she rubs her sweet, hot pussy against my throbbing cock.
And I am pretty much helpless, lost in desire for her.
She sinks onto me, taking me all the way, and my body crackles, electricity sparking everywhere.
My hands loop around to her soft ass, and I grab her cheeks, knead and squeeze her flesh.
She raises her chest, sliding her hands up to my pecs, setting a wild pace.
She looks like the woman I wanted in my bed the night I met her.
And the woman I wanted to please the night I met her again.
And the woman I can’t live without now.
She is all of those women, and I’m crazy for every side of Katie.
She’s the one I want now, and for all time.
I’m certain, and certainty feels incredible.
So does she as she rides my dick and rocks her body against mine, her moans growing louder, her pace quickening, her breath coming fast.