Page 86 of Rookie Attraction
“Now we can talk,” I whisper.
Sel grins. “I don’t know if I can make conversation after that kiss.”
“Try.”
His grin suddenly disappears as quick as it came.
“Berg wanted to see me this morning. One of our teammates suggested that you and I are more than friends. Captain wants us to keep our distance for a bit.”
“Fuck that,” I blurt out. “And fuck Brady. It was him, of course it was him.”
“Finn—”
“We can be professional when we’re at work. But in private, what we do is our business.”
Sel swallows hard. He cups my face, and shivers courses through my body.
“Jesus, I’m in over my head,” Sel admits, his eyes never leaving mine. “I don’t know what to do about you.”
“I have a few ideas,” I quip.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
“Not tonight. We don’t have time,” Sel sighs. “And not after the game tomorrow either.”
“Are you hanging out with Karson?”
He nods. “You can join us.”
“Won’t that fuel the rumor?” I snark.
“Not if there’s a group of us.”
“And after?”
Sel bites his lower lip.
“Let’s wait until we get back to New York.”
I growl, so freaking frustrated.
“That’s two days from now, Sel.”
He leans in and kisses me soundly, silencing my protest. It’s sneaky, but oh so effective.
“Patience,” he whispers. “You want to take things slow, remember?”
“Did I say that? When?”
Sel chuckles and squeezes me.
“Stop being irresistible. You’re making this harder.”
I punch my hips forward, rubbing against him.
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
