The Screw Ball (Indianapolis Lightning Book 3), Samantha Lind [the unexpected everything txt] 📗

and I want to be the man who stands beside you to be your confidant and support system when you need it, and your biggest cheerleader.”

“Wow,” she says a little breathlessly. “You sure know how to win a woman over with words.” She smiles at me.

“So, does that mean you’ll agree to dating me?” I ask, slipping my hand from under hers and linking our fingers together. I don’t think she even realized she still had her hand on mine.

“I guess so,” she says, and I want nothing more than to pull her into my arms and kiss the fuck out of her. But we’re in public and have a table between the two of us, so it’ll will have to wait.

“Ready to get out of here?” I ask, looking down at the time on my phone. The bus to the stadium doesn’t leave for another two and a half hours, which gives us plenty of time to make it back to the hotel and for some time alone in one of our rooms.

Fourteen

Carmen

I can’t wipe the smile from my face, nor can I believe that I just agreed to date Lucas. The way he poured out his heart trying to convince me had me melting into a puddle. He’s surprised me the last few weeks, and especially the last twenty-four hours. When I woke up this morning, I was panicking that I’d fucked up. Sleeping with him on a whim is not my normal. I don’t just go sleeping around. I don’t necessarily have a specific rule to when I’ll sleep with a guy, but I can say that last night was a first for me.

Lucas waves down the server and gets our check, handing over some cash before she can even leave the table. “Keep the change, and thanks for the suggestion. The pizza was as good as you said it would be,” he tells her before we both get up. His hand settles on my lower back as we walk through the crowded restaurant and outside onto the sidewalk. I need for us to keep this on the downlow, so as much as I want to slip my hand into his and feel his warm skin on mine, I slip them into my pockets as we walk back to the hotel.

“Do you have to do anything before leaving for the stadium?” he asks as we walk back.

“Nope,” I tell him, popping the p. “I’m free until then.”

“Good.” He smirks and lowers his face until his lips are next to my ear as we wait at an intersection for the crosswalk to change. “I’ve got plans for you, then, your room or mine?” he asks, nipping at my ear.

His voice is deep and gritty as he asks, and it has my core clenching at the thought of what he has planned.

“Mine,” I tell him. “It isn’t near any of the players’ rooms, so we’ll be less likely to be seen together,” I tell him, but also think to myself about people possibly hearing us if things get as loud as they did last night.

“You’ve got it,” he says before standing back to his full height. His hand is still against my lower back as we cross the street and enter into the hotel. I don’t really pay attention to who might be in the lobby or bar, we head straight for the elevator. I swipe my card and press the button for our secured floor.

As soon as the elevator doors close, our control snaps. Lucas backs me up against the wall, his lips crashing against mine as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down. He presses his hard body against mine, pinning me in a way that I can feel every glorious inch of his that touches me.

The ping of the elevator arriving on our floor pulls me from the trance his kiss put me into, and I pull back. “Damn you taste good,” he says, before dropping a chaste kiss on my lips before fully stepping back just as the doors slide open. It’s a good thing he stepped back, as when they open, a couple of the training staff and position coaches are all standing on the other side, waiting on the doors to open so they can get on.

“Carmen, Lucas.” One of them, I’m not really sure who, exactly, greets us.

“Gentlemen,” I squeak as I exit the elevator. I can only imagine how red my cheeks are at almost being caught by all of them.

“Slow down, Red,” Lucas says, “they didn’t see anything.” He smirks as he stops behind me while I open my door.

“We have to be more careful. No more kissing in elevators,” I reprimand him.

“How about in locked hotel rooms?” He smirks, lifting me up like I’m nothing as he pins me to the wall as the door snicks shut.

“Hotel rooms are a yes,” I tell him as his lips connect with my neck. I can’t help the moan that falls from my lips at the way he plays my body, and we’re still fully dressed and have hardly even made it past first base.

“Something you like?” He pulls his head back and smirks at me.

“Don’t be an ass.” I laugh at him and pull his face back to mine. “And don’t tease me too long, I’m going to combust,” I tell him just before we kiss again.

I don’t know if it is the sexual drought that I’d been in or if it is Lucas, but I swear my inner sex goddess comes out. I can’t get him naked or inside of me fast enough. My body craves his like it is my next drink and I’ve been parched for a long time.

“Slow down, Red.” He nips at my lips. “I’ve got to grab a condom,” he tells me as he sets me back on my feet. He grabs one, rolling it down his shaft in one quick motion before picking me back up and pinning