Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
As we rode down, she recounted her favorite plays in our game, and I was yet again impressed with her knowledge of football. She’d grown up with an uncle who owned a team, sure, but not everyone exposed to the game understood or spoke so passionately about it.
After we hailed a cab and slipped into the back, I pulled her close and murmured, “You just get sexier and sexier, you know that?”
Finley blushed, and I leaned over to kiss each pink cheek before brushing my lips over hers. Fire raced over my skin, and I plunged a hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head and angling so I could kiss her deeply. A little moan escaped her, and I suddenly remembered where we were. I didn’t want anyone hearing Finley’s sounds of pleasure. Those were for my ears only.
She was panting when I pulled back, causing her tits to bounce enticingly. I had to look away and tuck her against my side before I gave in to my body’s demands.
There wasn’t much traffic, so we reached my apartment in twenty minutes. It had seemed like hours, but with the way New York City traffic could be, especially on a Saturday night, I had to count myself lucky on that score.
After paying the driver, we exited the vehicle, and I took her hand once more, leading her into the building and over to a bank of elevators. There were six in total, but only two went up to the top floors. They required a fob, which I dug out of my pocket and tapped on the pad. When the doors glided open, I inhaled deeply before walking inside. I knew the lift would quickly fill with her scent, just as the car had, and it was driving me crazy.
It took all my energy not to drop her bag, tug her into my arms, and take her mouth. I inwardly sighed in relief when we reached the penthouse. Again, I touched my fob to the pad, and the doors whooshed open.
When we stepped out into the vestibule, I spotted a couple of bags of groceries next to my front door. I’d ordered them on the plane and asked the doorman to bring them up. Since I normally partied at the club with my team after a win, I had nothing to celebrate with at my apartment. Also, I rarely cooked when I was home, so there was very little food except for the healthy meals and snacks I had delivered each week.
I picked up one bag, and Finley grabbed the other, rolling her eyes and waving away my protest.
Once we were inside, I led her to the kitchen, and she helped me unpack the groceries. I would have told her to go sit and relax, but truthfully, I enjoyed the sight of her in my kitchen—loving how natural it felt to be moving around the space together.
“Are you hungry?” I asked when we’d finished. I leaned against the counter and reached out for her hand, tugging her into my arms.
“Not really. You?”
I was fucking starving, but not for the kind of food she was referring to. “No.”
“Well,” she murmured as she slid her hands up my chest and around my neck to toy with the ends of my hair. “What do you want to do?”
Every dirty fantasy I’d ever had of her was on the tip of my tongue. “How about we crack open the champagne and cheesecake?”
Finley licked her lips. “I love cheesecake.”
“I know.” I grinned and released her so I could hunt for the corkscrew and glasses. “You mentioned it the other day.”
Finley was quiet for so long that I stopped and turned to look at her. She watched me with soft eyes and a sweet smile. “I can’t believe you remembered that. I mentioned it for like a half a second in one conversation.”
“I remember everything you’ve told me about yourself.”
“That’s really…sweet.”
I glared at her. “What did I say about calling me sweet?”
Finley laughed and sashayed over to me, her hips swinging sexily. “You’re also extremely hot.”
“Better,” I grumbled.
“I changed my mind,” she whispered when she reached me.
“About what?” I frowned. “You don’t think I’m sweet? Or hot?”
“Oh, no. Those are still most definitely true.” She pressed her body to mine and placed a kiss at the corner of my mouth. “I changed my mind about being hungry for cheesecake.”
“Oh,” I grunted, trying to think about anything besides her supple curves and how well she fit into the grooves of my body. “Well, I bought the stuff to make—”
Finley laughed, distracting me from what I was about to say. “Not for food, Rhodes. I…um…” Her cheeks flooded with color, but she didn’t look away when she finished. “I’m hungry for you.”
Oh fuck. I was not expecting that, but my cock got on board with the idea instantly. I was painfully interested in her roundabout suggestion.