Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,13

if you get mine.”

Oh, for the love of God.

I angled away from him, huffing as I beat the shampoo from my hair as quickly as possible without appearing like I was intentionally drowning myself.

Might have been a preferable situation.

I wouldn’t let him get me angry. “Can you please give me a minute to finish?”

That was a no.

“This is the team’s locker room.” Lachlan was loving this. “Maybe you should respect my privacy…or at least offer to soap me up.”

“Not a chance. Sean went full Exorcist on me. I’m not leaving until I am squeaky clean.”

Lachlan made no apologies for his receiver which happened to go long. “Funny. Having you here makes me feel very dirty.”

“You’re always dirty.”

“You’d know best.”

“And maybe I prefer to forget?”

“Ain’t gonna happen, Red. You’ll never forget me, not after all that kissing, licking, touching, and fucking we did.”

I silently groaned. “You hardly leave a girl anything to her imagination.”

“If you can imagine it, I can make it happen. I love a challenge.”

“Okay…I’m imagining you…” I twisted my hair in my hands, ringing out the suds. “Staying quiet. Keeping your eyes ahead. Remaining professional about this particular shower.”

Lachlan faced me, his excitement so obvious the pointing almost felt rude. “One fantasy at a time. This one is mine.”

“Of course it is.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll act out yours next time.”

Now I would drown. “Next time? No thanks…I’ll pass.”

“Red, I’m a tight-end. I’m used to getting blocked.” He winked. “But I always win in the end.”

My kingdom for a toilet to flush and scald his ass. “Good thing I’m not a game to win.”

“No, Elle.” Lachlan’s voice lowered. “You’re the prize.”

The warm flutter inside me was not welcomed. I angled away from him, hiding as much as I could without looking like I was hiding.

Most men might have turned as well. Not Lachlan. He took in the sight while offering his own show, cocky and carefree, as usual.

“Did you just…follow me in here to hit on me?” I asked.

“Think that little of me?”

Now I did glance down. Briefly. Nothing little there.

“I have an interview in a few minutes, gotta look my best.” His smile was too damn proud. “Pass the soap?”

I shook my head. “I’m almost done. You can wait. In fact, you should wait on the other side of the wall.”

“I’ve seen you naked before.”

“But you shouldn’t be seeing me naked now.”

Lachlan shook his head. “Don’t be shy.”

“Don’t be a pervert.”

“Don’t be a prude.”

“Don’t be a jerk.”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He didn’t know when to quit. It might have been some of his charm, but it made him entirely infuriating. “You look really good wet.”

I reached over, adjusting his shower to spray ice cold. “Maybe you should focus on your interview?”

Lachlan leapt away before the icy water struck him. “You think I can focus? Hell, you’re lucky I’m still on my feet.”

“Then maybe you should sit, dog.”

“Leash me up, make me beg. Bark. Come.”

“You really do have a one track mind.”

He shrugged. “Only around you.”

“So why is it that you’re focusing on my tight end?”

Wrong question.

Lachlan dropped the soap and edged a little too close, encroaching into my shower. He leaned against the wall, one arm up, muscles tensed. That troublemaker between his legs poised for the attack.

“Do you have any self-control?” I asked.

“Not around you.”

I held my breath and squared my shoulders. I stood tall, but not nearly tall enough. Lachlan towered over me—strong, fierce, and totally naked. The water struck his body, raining against bulging and pitted muscles, tattoos and hardened skin. It dripped from his cock. Thick. Hard.

Pulsing.

“You’re not a very subtle man,” I said.

He liked that I noticed. “I don’t have to be. I’ll let you in on a little secret, Red. I want you.”

I glanced down. “Obviously.”

“No. You. Just you.”

“You mean you don’t hit on your teammates in the shower?”

Lachlan winked. “Jack doesn’t like it.”

“I’m siding with Jack on this one.”

He shook his head. “You can pretend, but you feel the same things for me.”

“And what’s that?”

“I’ve wanted you every minute of every day since you walked out of that hotel room.” His voice lowered, deep and rasping. “I was crazy to let you go, and I’ll be damned if you’ll get away this time. You’re the most beautiful and amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

And telling him that he was the sexiest and wildest man I’d ever been with wouldn’t have helped me resist those dimples. I swallowed, hard, tensing as he drew near.

“Every minute with you is an adrenaline rush—and it’s not just the