Free Team Niklas (The Saints Team #3) by Ally Adams Page A

legs to a
gorgeous German man. Clearly I am only human and here I was thinking I was above
humanity, sigh. He wore his jeans, a long sleeve t-shirt in pale gray which
made his blue eyes really stand out and a navy jacket.
    We stood looking at each other for just a few moments.
I confess the feeling of relief and excitement seeing him there in the flesh
swept over me. I hated that. Thank God he arrived quickly before I had time to
analyze myself and the situation to death—phew. Did I mention he looked
gorgeous?
    I smiled and stood aside and he entered. I closed the
door and when I turned around he was right next to me, only inches from me. He
pulled me the final few inches closer and rested his chin on my head, wrapping
his arms around me. I hesitated for a minute, and then my arms wove inside his
coat and around him. He was all muscle. I tried not to feel him up.
    I felt him exhale and he stayed there for a few
minutes as if he was losing the tension of the day and drawing strength from
me. He pulled away, leaned down and then his lips found mine. It was so
sensual. His hand moved behind my neck and into my hair and he pressed against
me, his lips touching mine with a softness and passion. Holy fuck, this was
good, very good. Then he pulled away and looked me in the eyes with his
beautiful crystal blue eyes.
    “Sah-sha.”
    “Niklas.”
    He smiled, a dimple appearing in his tanned face. Damn,
he was a beautiful man, I could design an entire fashion line around him and I
might—I’ll call it the Kaiser!
    “I knew you would come around,” he teased me. “I was
waiting for you to make the next move, but then I thought maybe you had a guy.”
He released me, slipped his navy jacket off and placed it with his keys on the
entrance table.
    “Mm, waiting on me huh?” I said, “What if I didn’t
make contact?”
    “I would have died,” he said, teasing me.
    My hand went to my heart. “Thank God I called.”
    He grinned and followed me as I walked into the
kitchen to offer him a drink. I knew he wouldn’t have alcohol with the game this
weekend.
    “Niklas you are so very smooth,” I said. “Dying for
unrequited love, how romantic and all this time I thought the French and
Italians were the true romantics, not the Germans.”
    He shook his head. “So wrong. No spin, I’m not into it
but I’m into you, Sah-sha. I always know what I want straight up, always have.”
    I studied him. “Lucky you. There’s always been gray
areas for me. Will you have a cola or a juice or coffee?”
    “Coffee thanks.”
    “White with none,” I said.
    Nik smiled. “How romantic, Sah-sha, you remembered.
What else do you remember about me? Sitting on my lap?”
    “Um.” I flicked the kettle on and looked towards the
ceiling as I thought. “I remember you bleeding all over my guest sofa and
holding ice to your black eye and…”
    “Right,” he sighed, “happy memories.”
    I folded my arms across my chest and leaned against
the kitchen bench. “So Mr. Black-and-white, you’re telling me that with all the
friends you’ve met since arriving here late last year, and all the sex you’ve
had…” he went to deny it and I cut him off, “… you’re a single player, c’mon on…”
His eyes narrowed as he waited for me to finish and I continued: “Do you mean
to say that you haven’t found anyone yet that you knew you wanted straight away…
no spark?”
    “You’re fishing so I can say you are the only one,” he
read me.
    “Yes and no,” I said. Two can play at direct. “I want
to understand why you know you want this, it’s not like we’ve had a great
start.” I reached for a cup, put coffee in and pulled the milk from the fridge.
    His tongue briefly appeared between his clenched teeth
as he thought, then he used it to lick his lower lip and he swallowed. Fuck
that was sexy. I have to think of more hard questions to ask so I can see that
again.
    “I just connected with you, from the start… there