Rosalie's Player (12 page)

“I couldn’t stay away.” He winked as he leaned into her ear. “We’ll talk about Dr. Aaron later.”

Oh?

* * * *

Holt poured Rosalie a glass of wine once they got back to his hotel room. The evening had been more interesting than he thought it would be. The Millans were welcoming and warm. Her mother asked questions about his life and growing up in Texas. Her dad was interested in his father’s political career. Holt had enjoyed observing Rosalie in the company of her family. She was relaxed, but just as sassy as she was with him, and especially with Nic.

“The view is spectacular from here,” she said as she gazed out the large windows.

The only view he was interested in was of his dark-haired beauty who had agreed to come back to his room for a nightcap.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” she said as he handed her the wine. “I know it was different for you.”

“You’re making me do plenty of different things.” He sat down on the sofa. “I had a really good time. Your family is great. Your mother reminds me of mine.”

“She liked you too.” She set the glass on the end table and joined him on the couch. “She even said how sexy your southern drawl is. I think she has a crush.”

“Your parents have a good relationship. Your dad dotes on her, and she adores him.”

He picked up on all the subtle gestures the older couple displayed. How Dr. Millan poured more wine into his wife’s glass when it was low. How she stared at him so lovingly when he told a story that she’d probably heard several times before. They even held hands through dessert. He was certain other couples did these things all the time, but he’d never taken the time to notice. Growing up with the two of them, it was no wonder Rosalie had such loving ideas of the way things were supposed to be between a couple. Maybe if he’d had that example...
Stop it!
No man should be held up to those standards she believed were real.

“They are totally in love. Always have been. My dad set the bar high.” She smiled. “See, it’s not my fault I’m the way I am.”

“I was just thinking that.”

“I guess I’m a product of my environment.”

“My father’s standards were very low when it came to relationships, so I guess it’s not my fault I’m the way I am.” He shrugged, but something inside him had gone in a new direction these last few weeks. He may have started out pursuing her for one reason and one reason only, but after being with her, his outlook had changed. He’d been thinking about it for days. Seeing her own father in action, he could never live up to such caliber. Could he?

“I’m having a hard time believing you’re the dog you say you are.” When she touched his lips, he softened, forgetting his doubts. She had a way of making him forget who he was and remember who he was becoming. “You’ve been a good guy to me.”

“Better than Dr. Aaron?” He pressed her fingers to his lips, kissing them as he looked into her eyes. When he’d walked into the restaurant and saw them sitting at the bar, holding hands, his rage reared its ugly head. He’d watched them laugh and drink together, trying to get himself in check.

“He’s not a threat.”

“I almost rearranged his jaw.”

“Caveman.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t come in, toss you over my shoulder, and take you out of there.”

“Because I was talking to an old friend?”

“An old friend who clearly has it bad for you.” After spending the evening in Aaron’s company, Holt realized the young doctor was more Rosalie’s type than Holt could ever be.

“How did you...” She cleared her throat. “I mean, no he doesn’t.”

“I saw the way he watched you, the disappointment in his expression when you introduced me as your boyfriend.” She saw it too. She was too smart not to know.

“Umm, it was
you
who tossed that term out there.” She dared him to say otherwise with her haunting eyes. “Why did you do that?”

Why did I do that? I’m a possessive, jealous fuck who can’t make up his mind. I can’t let anyone steal you from me, even if I’m so messed up I can’t think straight.

“Because it’s true.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Isn’t it?”

“I’d like it to be true, but not if it’s because you were jealous. I don’t need your attention if it’s because you’re afraid I’ll find someone else.”

She continued to be the most confusing woman he’d ever met, that was for sure. Didn’t she want him to call her his girlfriend? Wasn’t that why she held off in the beginning? Why was she changing the rules?

“I was very jealous,” he admitted. “If we were in the off-season, I might have acted much differently, but coach would kill me if I started a bar fight in Boston of all places.”

“Just so we’re clear...” She crawled into his lap, straddling him. “I don’t need labels.”

“You don’t?” Was this some kind of trick? “Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that?”

“Maybe we reversed the roles in this little game we’re playing.” She undid his tie. “I’m perfectly fine with the way things are.”

“Are you?” He untied the back of her halter top, letting it fall down her stomach. If she kept letting him off the hook there would never be a reason for him to admit he wanted more. “You have the best tits.”

“Thank you.” She giggled when he leaned forward and swirled her nipple with his tongue. “I can’t get enough of the sex.”

“Who could?” He laughed, but he couldn’t let her distract him. “Just so we’re clear...” He flipped her onto her back and got on top of her. “There isn’t enough room for anyone else.”

“What are you saying?” She unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. “I don’t want to misunderstand.”

“Something tells me that intelligent head of yours knows exactly what you’re doing.”
You seductress.
“I’m saying I don’t want you to see anyone else.”

After observing the way his teammates drooled over her and how Aaron fell all over her there was no way he could tolerate anyone else ever touching his girl. When he’d told her that night in the parking lot that he couldn’t handle her being with anyone else, she’d challenged him. The topic had been dismissed, but now after being together, having her, there was no way he’d lose focus tonight.

“Are you showing your controlling side again?” She unbuckled his belt. “You do that often.”

When it comes to you I do.

“Yes, I am.” He reached down and took off her heels. “Do you have a problem with my controlling side tonight?”

“I told you, as long as it benefits me I’m cool.”

He tugged her stretch pants down her legs before removing her sparkly, silver top that was still wrapped around her waist. His erection strained against his zipper when he spied her see-through purple panties. Spreading her legs apart, he scurried closer to her, wrapping her thighs around his waist as he lowered his head. The scent of her arousal had him itching to taste her as he elevated her hips.

Moving her panties to the side, he lightly darted the tip of his tongue out, licking her. She squirmed when he cupped her ass cheeks in his hands, bringing her closer to his mouth, tasting her, basking in all that she offered him. He toyed with her clit, flicking it, grazing it with his teeth. The more time passed, the more she clawed at the cushions. Her muscles tensed as she thrust her hips into his face.

“You want something from me?” He looked up from between her legs, witnessing her beautiful, desire-stricken face.

“You know I do.”

“These will have to go.” He shimmied the purple scrap of lace down her legs and threw it over his shoulder. “You want my tongue inside you?” He smoothed his hand down her ass and between her legs so he could finger her. “Maybe my fingers too. Double the pleasure?”

“Yes,” she breathed out, moving her pelvis in time with his finger. “Please.”

“I can do that.” He kissed her center, trailing his lips to her inner thighs, licking and biting them as he brought her to the edge of bliss. “You have to do something for me too.”

“Anything.”

“Say you’re mine.” He kissed his way back to her core, inhaling her scent. “Only mine.”

“You already know I am.”

“No one else?” Why was this so important to him?

She shook her head when he circled her clit with his tongue.

“I want to hear you say it.” He spread her open with his fingers, breathing hard, waiting for her to say the words he desperately wanted to hear.

“I’m yours.” She exhaled on a moan when he treated her to long, slow licks. “No one else can have me. No one else makes me feel the way you do.”

Jackpot!

She dropped her thighs on either side of his face, leaving her open and exposed for him. He dug her heels into his back when he swirled his tongue inside her. Her taste...could he ever get enough? Each one of her little, sex-induced whimpers pushed him to give more, to be more. To be hers. What the hell? Where did that come from?

Before he had time to process his new line of thinking, she cried out his name several times until she gently pushed on his shoulder. He looked up from between her legs and smiled.

“You’re so smug.”

“I’m so good.” He glided up her body, kissing as much of her as he could on his way. When he reached her mouth, she licked his lips. “I could eat your pussy for hours.”

“You’d get no argument from me.”

“I’d deprive my dick of so much pleasure.” He took out his wallet and retrieved a condom. “And that would be so unfair.”

“Hurry up, slugger. I can’t wait anymore.”

“Such a greedy girl.”

He shoved his pants down his legs and to his ankles. There was no time to bother taking them off. As he sheathed himself in the latex, she sat up and turned around, giving him one hell of a view of that sweet ass of hers. He propped himself on his knees, taking his erection in his hand, moving the tip along her ass crack.

When she glanced over her shoulder and shot him a flirty grin, he grasped her hips, raising her backside in the air. Plunging forward, he lost himself in that irresistible pussy. The sweet smell of her skin lured him in. Kissing her hair, he moved his hand along her back and to her locks, tossing them to the side so he could indulge in her neck as he pushed inside her core.

She draped herself over the arm of the sofa when he gave her all of him. Her muscles clenched around his cock, urging him to pound harder. Her walls stretched for him, taking him all the way. His heart rate increased with each violent thrust.

“More,” she breathed out. “Give me more.”

“Hell.” He pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back. He quickly removed his pants. Gripping her ankles, he spread her wide as he reentered her. “You’re so tight.”

Continuing at a frantic pace, sweat trickled down his back as he used his body to send them spiraling into ecstasy. With his heart still pounding hard, the intensity overtook him.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

She did as he requested as he dropped down on top of her, needing to quench his desire to be close to her. She reached up and touched his face just before his lips connected with hers.

“Holt,” she whispered as he swept his lips along her throat and to her chest. Licking and sucking her nipples, he managed to hold off his climax for a few minutes, making their bond last longer.

She cupped the back of his head, pressing him to her breasts as her other arm fell to the side of the sofa. He took her hand in his, interlacing their fingers as he lifted up. The beauty he found in her face took his breath away. Lost in her passion, her eyes were barely opened and her lips were parted slightly. Her long, silky locks fell forward, covering her shoulders and dancing just above her perky breasts.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice rough.

She peered into his eyes, hers wide and full of life. He took her other hand, clasped her fingers in his, and held her arms above her head. Taking his time, he slipped in and out of her, prolonging the encounter for as long as he could. When she squeezed his hands and tightened his hold on his hips with her legs all of his control slipped away in their mutual bliss. Each losing their self in the other as they came together, quietly, softly and so satisfying.

“That was fantastic.” She giggled as she released her legs from his waist. “I probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow, but it’s totally worth it.”

“You asked for more,” he reminded her as he dipped his head and kissed her. “I was more than happy to oblige.”

“I’m so not complaining.” She wiggled out of his grip so she could clasp her hands around his neck. “I think I need to add yoga to my workout.”

“Yoga has its benefits.” He grinned as he kissed her jaw, still buried inside her warmth. “Think of the positions I could get you into.”

“I’ll look into in when we get back to Kingston.”

“I can refer you to the team’s instructor. She’s awesome.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Will you spend the night with me?” he asked. She’d been spending time with her parents and friends while she was in the city. He hadn’t seen her much. “I don’t want you to leave.” He brushed the back of his hand along her face before rolling off her and onto his side so they were facing one another.

“I didn’t bring anything with me.”

“I leave for Chicago in a few days. My schedule is going to be hectic in the next few weeks, at least until after the All-Star Game. I have several appearances to fit in too. There may be days were I’m flying in and out of Kingston in between games.”

“Sounds like you’ll be busy.”

He detected the disappointment in her voice.

“I can’t go to Chicago. I have an interview.”

“I know.” He threaded his fingers through her tangled, just-had-sex hair. “That’s why you need to spend the night with me.” He couldn’t let her go. Not tonight or any other night. “Please.”

“Well, I guess since I’m your girlfriend and all...”

“Aaron may have provoked those words from me, but I’m not going to take them back.”

“So jealousy seems to be the way to go with you?” She hitched her leg over his hip, tempting him to take her again. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I’d tread carefully.” He smacked her ass hard enough for it to sting. “I’m not a patient man.”