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possibilities further, her conscious mind had put the brakes on, more than likely sending a large tide of guilt and bewilderment over her, snuffing out the quickly ignited flares of sensuality. Her comfortable, even playful demeanor had vanished after their round of fondling, replaced with telltale signs of nervousness, telling him two things. First, she probably didn't have much experience with men and sex. Secondly, he'd crossed the line.
He should have realized her limits earlier, after all she had warned him of her unwillingness to fall into bed at the drop of a hat after only a date or two. Advice he'd forgotten about until he'd tracked her down in the kitchen, busily loading the dishwasher with an expression of awkward puzzlement written clearly across her face. Certainly not what he'd wanted to see after a hot express lane trip straight to second base.
Someone needed to kick his butt for letting his cock rule his brain.
Starting the engine, he pulled out of the parking lot and into traffic, still working on the problem at hand. How to woo Riley back, solidify her trust in him, and leave no question in her mind that he wanted her now and forever?
Forever? Where in the hell had that thought come from? Forever meant commitment, marriage, two point three children, a dog, and a house with a white picket fence.
Well, I've got the dog part taken care of already.
He shook his head with wry amusement, wondering at what point he'd lost his ever-loving mind. Maybe being the lone single team member left was playing with him after all. Something had to be at fault as he never truly considered settling down and all the responsibilities that husbandly status brought with it.
Yet, he felt an overwhelming need to earn back Riley's complete faith and trust, to ease her newfound discomfort, and solidify them as a couple once more. In essence, he had to court her, prove his intentions honorable, and give her plenty of time to catch up with him on the trail to the bedroom. Definitely doable and worthy of the time and effort.
Chapter 12
Riley handed a newly minted membership card to a young blonde along with a smile. "If you have any questions feel free to ask. Athletic trainers are all around, dressed in yellow T-shirts with the word 'Athletic Trainer' on the front. Don't be afraid to ask them for assistance. In fact, they would probably appreciate it as they get bored and lonely at times just waiting for someone to talk to them."
The woman smiled, spun on her heel, and dashed off toward the women's locker room.
"Can you escape for lunch?"
Glancing up from her computer screen at the familiar voice, Riley smiled at the sight of Spoon. "Oh, hi."
He leaned on the reception desk, his well-defined arm muscles easily bearing the weight, standing out against the light green T-shirt. With his short hair neatly combed and a clean shaven chin, he made for a picture perfect pin-up guy.
"Lunch?"
A quick glance at the clock found it straight up noon. "I think so, why?"
He matched her grin. "I grabbed some take-out. Figured we might eat at the park across the street since it's so nice outside."
"That sounds wonderful." She caught the attention of another worker and made motions indicating she was headed out to lunch. At her nod, she grabbed her purse. "I'm all yours."
His eyebrow arched even as his eyes danced with amusement. Spinning around, he held the front door open for her, following her into the midday sunshine. They swung by his vehicle to pick up the food, a delicious scent of Italian spices greeting them as he opened the door.
She sniffed deeply. "This smells wonderful."
Collecting the plastic bags, he led the way to an empty picnic table located under a large oak tree, providing enough shade for comfort while letting in enough light to not be too chilly.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I went with the old standby: spaghetti."
"I just happen to love spaghetti." She beamed at him. The impromptu picnic both surprised
He should have realized her limits earlier, after all she had warned him of her unwillingness to fall into bed at the drop of a hat after only a date or two. Advice he'd forgotten about until he'd tracked her down in the kitchen, busily loading the dishwasher with an expression of awkward puzzlement written clearly across her face. Certainly not what he'd wanted to see after a hot express lane trip straight to second base.
Someone needed to kick his butt for letting his cock rule his brain.
Starting the engine, he pulled out of the parking lot and into traffic, still working on the problem at hand. How to woo Riley back, solidify her trust in him, and leave no question in her mind that he wanted her now and forever?
Forever? Where in the hell had that thought come from? Forever meant commitment, marriage, two point three children, a dog, and a house with a white picket fence.
Well, I've got the dog part taken care of already.
He shook his head with wry amusement, wondering at what point he'd lost his ever-loving mind. Maybe being the lone single team member left was playing with him after all. Something had to be at fault as he never truly considered settling down and all the responsibilities that husbandly status brought with it.
Yet, he felt an overwhelming need to earn back Riley's complete faith and trust, to ease her newfound discomfort, and solidify them as a couple once more. In essence, he had to court her, prove his intentions honorable, and give her plenty of time to catch up with him on the trail to the bedroom. Definitely doable and worthy of the time and effort.
Chapter 12
Riley handed a newly minted membership card to a young blonde along with a smile. "If you have any questions feel free to ask. Athletic trainers are all around, dressed in yellow T-shirts with the word 'Athletic Trainer' on the front. Don't be afraid to ask them for assistance. In fact, they would probably appreciate it as they get bored and lonely at times just waiting for someone to talk to them."
The woman smiled, spun on her heel, and dashed off toward the women's locker room.
"Can you escape for lunch?"
Glancing up from her computer screen at the familiar voice, Riley smiled at the sight of Spoon. "Oh, hi."
He leaned on the reception desk, his well-defined arm muscles easily bearing the weight, standing out against the light green T-shirt. With his short hair neatly combed and a clean shaven chin, he made for a picture perfect pin-up guy.
"Lunch?"
A quick glance at the clock found it straight up noon. "I think so, why?"
He matched her grin. "I grabbed some take-out. Figured we might eat at the park across the street since it's so nice outside."
"That sounds wonderful." She caught the attention of another worker and made motions indicating she was headed out to lunch. At her nod, she grabbed her purse. "I'm all yours."
His eyebrow arched even as his eyes danced with amusement. Spinning around, he held the front door open for her, following her into the midday sunshine. They swung by his vehicle to pick up the food, a delicious scent of Italian spices greeting them as he opened the door.
She sniffed deeply. "This smells wonderful."
Collecting the plastic bags, he led the way to an empty picnic table located under a large oak tree, providing enough shade for comfort while letting in enough light to not be too chilly.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I went with the old standby: spaghetti."
"I just happen to love spaghetti." She beamed at him. The impromptu picnic both surprised
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