“What are you doing here? I thought you’d be at practice already.”
Crew is standing at the counter in only boxer briefs, with a piece of toast half hanging out of his mouth, holding two cups of coffee.
Oh damn, between his disheveled hair and all that muscle on display, I have to blink a few times to refocus. It doesn’t matter how many times I see his body, those veiny forearms and the six-pack with the perfectly sculpted v always make me horny. I just want to lick him and objectify him all day.
He mumbles something, then motions his head toward the windows, drawing my eyes in that direction. Sweet baby Jesus, it’s raining.
I didn’t notice when I first woke up and walked out here, but the sky is dark gray, littered with angry clouds, and the rain is coming down so hard that it’s making those slash marks against the glass.
“No school. Rain day,” he mumbles around the toast before I hear a crunch.
I smile, sauntering over to the counter and leaning forward with my forearms pressed against the cool marble before I take my coffee from his hand, feeling playful.
“Look at you. All the other little QBs have to go to class and work hard today.” I crane my neck to look at what he’s wearing. “And you get to hang out in your underwear all day.”
I take a swig of my coffee before pretending I have a microphone in my hand as I hold my fist up to Crew’s mouth.
“Tell us, Crew Matthews. What’s it like to be God’s favorite?”
He laughs, shoving my hand away before finishing off his toast with a giant bite. I chuckle as everything he says is mumbled through his mouthful.
“There are flash flood warnings throughout the entire city, so we’re pretty much stuck here for the day.”
I look out the windows again as lightning brightens the sky, followed by a clap of thunder. My brows raise as I turn back to his grinning face.
“Did you plan that?”
His shoulders shake. “Obviously. I score touchdowns and manipulate the weather. I had it written into my contract, actually.”
God, I have a weakness for Crew like this—half naked and charming. But it’s fine. I’m on vacation. He’s just my Italy.
“Well then,” I breathe out, moving past my thoughts as my palms smack the counter, raising me back to my full height. “There’s only one acceptable solution for rainy day boredom.”
The look on his face is wary at best. Which is funny because that pretty much confirms that he knows me well.
“And that is?”
I shake my hips, doing a little dance.
“Duh. Spa day.”
crew
“Is this going to burn my face?” I grimace, sticking my finger in the bowl before wiping it off.
She’s laughing, but I’m fucking serious.
The moment she’d said “spa day,” I thought she meant here at the hotel.
So when she ran to the phone and started ordering a bunch of random shit up from the concierge, I stupidly thought it was all just a bunch of snacks because it was, like, blueberries, strawberries, and yogurt.
But once it all arrived, she spent the next thirty minutes mushing it up and putting together all these concoctions while simultaneously talking about everything from reality television to whether I believe the conspiracy theories about Britney Spears.
And I’ve sat here, on this barstool, hanging on her every word before berating myself and trying to distract myself from how fucking cute she is. Honestly, that’s the best description of this week I could ever have.
That’s been exactly me since the night we cuddled like fucking koalas—warring with what I want and what I shouldn’t take. Because when I’d said to myself I’d follow the game plan tomorrow, it became ten days’ worth of them.
Her hair’s up on top of her head as she bops around the kitchen, taste testing what she swears will make my pores nonexistent. I didn’t even know they showed or weren’t supposed to.
“Come on,” she directs sweetly, walking past me to the living room.
Her feet hit the blanket she had me set up on the floor in front of the windows so that we could watch the rain.
She sets the bowls down before sitting crisscross on the floor, looking at me like I’m supposed to follow suit. So I do, frowning.
“Let me get this straight. I have to put fruit and yogurt on my face?”
She laughs before putting a finger in front of my mouth, shushing me.
“Yes. It has antioxidants, and it’s good for you. I mixed it with some clay stuff I had too, so it’ll make your skin glow.”
I smirk. “Wow…I’ve always wanted to glow.”
Eleanor rolls her eyes before dipping her fingers into the bowl. She leans forward with some blue slop on them, smiling before gently swiping over my cheek.
My tongue darts out, licking my lips because she may not be looking at me, but I’m fucking looking at her.
Fuck it. Today won’t count. I’m rain-checking reason.
I reach out, tugging at her hip as I straighten my legs, guiding her to straddle me before I sink my palms behind me, propping myself up.
She rocks herself over me only once, getting comfortable, but it still makes my dick pay attention.
I’m so fucked. But I don’t care.
I just want her on me, her body touching mine.
Her fingers smooth the cream over my face inch by inch as we sit in silence until my tongue darts out again. This time, I get a nasty surprise.
“Don’t eat the face cream,” she scolds, giggling.
I chuckle, feeling parts of my face already starting to get tight.
“You said it was edible.”
“Lies. You started tuning out after I said antioxidants.”
My brows draw together as I stick my tongue out, still tasting that shit on the tip of my tongue. She’s laughing, looking down at her hands, which are covered in goop, before she leans forward and sucks my tongue clean.
Now I’m completely hard.
She spits what’s in her mouth on the towel and puts her eyes back on mine.
“Don’t say I never did anything for you.”
My hand winds around her neck, gripping the back as I pull her back into a proper kiss. She melts into me, rocking her center against me again as she hums into my mouth.
Fuck… This girl.
I jerk my hips up, making her bounce and laugh as I growl into the kiss. Her palms come to rest on my chest before she pushes, breaking away, breathless as she touches her forehead to mine.
“We need to wash off because if it’s burning your face, imagine what it’ll feel like on your…”
That makes me grin, but I shake my head. Because, yes, I want to fuck her, but right now, I want to hang out with her more.
“Tell me something,” I breathe out, letting her go back to slathering me. “When did you know this was your thing? All the salon and face stuff?”
She takes a deep breath, looking thoughtful, before dipping her fingers into the red concoction and motioning for me to lift my chin.
I do because she makes me a good boy.
“Mmm, I feel like I kind of fell into this. My family is high achieving. My sister started her design company right out of college and exploded. But I was the opposite. I dropped out of college my sophomore year.”
I lower my face to hers, but she tsks, so I raise it again, speaking toward the ceiling.