Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Tobias hasn’t moved. Hasn’t stopped staring at me, his chest heaving.
It takes serious willpower to stop devouring the sight of him up close, his engine clearly revved, but I remind myself I came to the game for Banks. Sure, he sent Tobias with me, but I doubt he planned for us to make out in the front row. I release a long breath and cross my legs, earning a raspy chuckle from Tobias, and do my best to focus on the match.
And honestly, watching rugby is far from the equivalent of a cold shower. All these men piling on top of each other with their mountain warrior thighs and short shorts? Banks pressed and confident in his suit, that deep boom of a voice carrying all the way across the field? Tobias stroking my thigh with a lazy but attentive knuckle?
Yowza.
At the end of a time out, before play resumes, Banks and I lock eyes across the expanse of green and something passes between us. Warmth and gratitude and yearning. Maybe a combination of the three? I don’t know, but I can barely breathe afterward.
On the heels of that, Tobias leans over and begins murmuring the rules in my ear and now I’m so hot, I feel like I’m sweating everywhere. The stimuli is hitting me from all sides, continuing on for the longest forty minutes of my life. I almost dive out of my seat when halftime arrives. “I’m going to get a water,” I say in a rush to Tobias. “Do you want something?”
When he doesn’t answer right away, I glance up at him from my phone and find him blatantly staring at my ass with a wolfish expression. “Ehm…” Does he seem rattled? He drags his fingers through his hair twice before answering. “No. I mean, yes. And I’ll get it for you.”
“That’s not necessary. I need some air.”
An eyebrow wings up. “We’re outside, love. You have to go inside to buy drinks.”
I wave my hands around, nearly dropping my phone. “You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t.” He closes the distance between us, a smile playing around the edges of his mouth and oh, yeah, he knows exactly what he’s doing. What he’s been doing. And the predicament I’m in. “Explain it to me, Elise.”
His mouth is so…there. “I was never this horny before,” I complain, letting my head fall back on my shoulders. “Take me back.”
“To your place? Thought you’d never ask.”
“No, you miscreant,” I fire back, smacking him in his shoulder. “To a time when I could think straight. Maybe there is a program for this kind of thing. Man detox.”
“My God.” He reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “You are fucking adorable when you’re disgruntled.”
I storm up the stairs in a horny huff and he follows, hot on my heels. “Tobias—”
“I’m supposed to protect you,” he interrupts, as if anticipating my protest. “I’m under strict instructions—and I always follow the script.”
I stop abruptly, which is totally my mistake—one I possibly make on purpose thanks to my traitorous hormones—and Tobias runs into the back of me. Before I can fall to my knees, he wraps a forearm around my hips to steady me, pulling me upright and we just sort of stand there, me concentrating on not having a spontaneous orgasm while he breaths against the side of my neck, his perfect machine of a body molded to the back of mine.
Feeling this way in public is new to me.
Feeling this way for this man is ten times as startling…because it’s more than physical.
All this time, I’ve been able to think of Banks, Tobias and Gabe as separate people. They are a circle that isn’t fully formed around me, because of my dislike of Tobias. A broken circle. But some foreign intuition tells me that once that breach is repaired, the circle will close and lock me in. Is that why I’m resisting him so hard? I’m terrified of what the full circle will mean in terms of commitment? And what happens when a fissure forms again? Which one of us will cause it? It’s hard enough maintaining a friendship or romantic relationship with one person and it’s always over too soon. That’s why I avoid them.
But three?
The imminence of the circle forming completely scares me.
Employing every ounce of my will, I pull away from Tobias. “If you could grab me a water, that would be great. I’m just going to take a walk.”
“Elise.”
His voice is like gravel, but I ignore the flutter in my stomach and keep walking.
I walk the perimeter of the stadium, stripping off layers of clothing, periodically checking my phone to see if Karina called or emailed, but there’s nothing. I use the restroom, even though I don’t need it. My spiked temperature probably evaporated any potential pee in my body—and I have no idea how I’m going to live through the second half of this rugby match.