Only One Touch (Only One #4) - Natasha Madison Page 0,50

didn’t happen.

“Let’s go eat.” I turn and lead him down the hall into the kitchen. “You bought it, so let me plate it,” I say. “Take off your jacket.” I watch him as he takes off the jacket I observed him putting on this morning.

I tried to sneak out this morning when I got up, but the minute he felt the bed move, he woke up. I didn’t want the whole scene of me leaving and having it awkward, so I tried to sneak out. I can’t even explain it. I spent the whole weekend with him naked in his apartment. Getting dressed or actually covered for thirty minutes. We were naked and making out every single time. I felt as if we were trying to get our fill before talking about what this thing really was. Or asking if we are going to actually put a label on it.

“How was your day, dear?” I grab two plates, bringing them back to the brown bag that he brought in.

“Uneventful,” he says, taking off his cuff links and rolling up his sleeves. “What about you?”

“It was a Monday.” I take out the first black container. “What did you order?”

“Steak and salmon,” he says as I take out another container. “I got two of each.”

“There is enough food for six people,” I say, and he just shrugs. I open the containers, and the smell makes my mouth water. “Beef or fish?” I look up at him.

“Steak,” he says and I put steak on a plate with some roasted Brussel sprouts and a loaded baked potato. I walk over to him. “Here you go.” I place the plate in front of him.

“Where is your plate?” he asks.

“I’m going to get some salmon and some salad.” He looks over at me. “I just ran for two hours, you think I did that so I can eat carbs?” I turn to walk away and he grabs my arm, bringing me to him. His undoes the sash of my robe, his hand goes to my ass as he squeezes it.

“You’re more than okay,” he says and I look up at him. My mouth waters and it has nothing to do with the food waiting for me, no it’s all this man. I shake my head, walking away as he slaps my ass.

I make my own plate opting, still for the salad and the grilled salmon. I sit next to him as we eat. “I leave tomorrow,” he says from beside me, and I knew it was coming. “Team left today, and they play tomorrow.”

“Do you always travel with the team?” I ask, and he nods his head.

“I don’t really travel with the team, but I’m there for all their games. If they are travelling between games, depending on my schedule, I’ll go with them or meet them there,” he says, cutting into his steak.

“I leave in January for my tour,” I say, grabbing some salad. “And I, for one, hate it.”

“Your tour?” He looks over at me as I eat a piece of salmon.

“I go and meet the up and comings. See who I want to go after,” I say and he just looks at me. “What?”

“You actually go to all the games?” I nod at him.

“I also meet the parents and get a feel for them. I also lay down the law,” I say, picking up another piece.

“You lay down the law,” he repeats and I turn to him.

“My time is precious,” I say, crossing my legs, the robe falling on both sides. “I want them to know what I can do for them. But I also want them to know what I’m not going to put up with.”

He turns, pulling my chair closer to him as he opens his legs. “You work hard.” I don’t know if he’s telling me or asking me. “I didn’t call you today.”

“I know,” I say, not sure where this is going right now.

“It doesn’t bother you.” Again, I don’t know if he is asking me or telling me.

“I know that you’re busy,” I say. “And I know that if you have a minute you will call me.” I shrug. “Or maybe you won’t, but it’s not that big of a deal. I don’t sit down and wait for your call if that is what you are asking.” I smirk at him.

“I like you,” he says the words that makes me stop breathing. He raises his hand and is rubbing my cheek with his thumb. “Like I really, really