Thunder fan parasailing adventure that you ’ re signed up for.”
“Not even in my current state of post-orgasmic bliss will I agree to that.”
They traded places and she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her hair and another around her body. “What ’ s wrong, you chicken?”
“No. Hanging from a parachute that ’ s tied to a boat with a rope has to be considered a violation of my hazardous activities clause.” He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack above the toilet and began to dry off. “Anyway, I ’ m not crazy.”
“The team signed off on the parasailing as non-hazardouss—so did the league.” She arched an eyebrow in a silent question.
He laughed. “Alright fine, I ’ ll go. I need time to figure out where to make reservations at for when we get back to Miami. Do you like Chinese? I know the best place.”
Something a lot like hope made her stomach do the loop de loop. She knew better, but being around Colt made it hard not to believe in something that would never happen. “I ’ m not sure that ’ s such a good idea.”
“Only because you haven ’ t had their crab Rangoon yet.”
“I mean us…after this.” They docked in Miami tomorrow morning, a fact she ’ d been trying to forget since she ’ d woken up wrapped in Colt ’ s arms. If that wasn ’ t reason enough to warn her away from him, she didn ’ t know what would be.
“I told you.” He cupped her chin and tilted it upward. “I ’ m not like the other guys on the team who ’ ve screwed your friends over. Let me prove it to you.”
She pushed his hand away; his touch made it too hard to think about anything but saying yes. “I ’ ll think about it.”
He opened his mouth, but shut it before any words came out. He gave his hair a final rub with the towel and flipped the white terrycloth across his shoulders before dipping his head down to her level and sneaking a kiss. “I ’ m a stubborn son of a bitch. I ’ ll get you to see my way of it.”
Then, he walked out without another world.
Angie swiped a hand across the foggy mirror and tried to recognize the woman in the mirror who already looked half in love.
Colt stood on the boat platform looking like an asshole in yellow and red safety straps that wrapped around his thighs and waist before hooking to some contraption that looked like a sex swing without any promise of an orgasm. A giant red parachute hooked to the swing thing, along with a half-inch-thick towline that would connect him to the boat while he floated in the air.
The assistant yanked on the towline, testing the knot ’ s strength, and grinned at Colt. It was probably meant to be reassuring, but failed miserably. Nervous energy ate away underneath his skin, the same kind that normally got him all jacked up for a game. But this time instead of crunching bones, he ’ d be swinging his dick in the air praying the whole time that he wouldn ’ t die. Shit. The things the little head talked his big head into just to impress Angie was going to kill him one of these days.
Colt ’ s gaze connected with Angie ’ s. His cock twitched in recognition. “Are you sure about this?”
“It ’ ll be fun.” She got up from the small bench seat next to the platform at the back of the boat where he stood. “I researched the company, they ’ ve got a solid safety record.”
The required life jacket was doing its best to conceal all her delicious curves, but the image of her in her purple bikini had burned itself into his brain. He didn ’ t need to see the rise and fall of her tits with each breath to see them.
“I know what ’ ll be more fun.” Colt leaned down and took her mouth as if he had every right to it.
Hard, demanding and more than a little possessive, the kiss was meant to curl her toes and blast away every lingering thought that a romance with a Thunder player was destined to end messy. They docked back in Miami tomorrow morning. That wasn ’ t a