Slapped Into Love by Rochelle Paige

Author:Rochelle Paige [Paige, Rochelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rochelle Paige
Published: 2018-03-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Tamara

“Oomph!”

Strong arms wrapped around me, and the citrusy smell of Ryan’s cologne filled my nostrils as my nose bumped into his sweater. I’d spent the day reminding myself of all the reasons why it was smart to keep my distance from him—my raging hormones whenever he was close being at the top of that list—after it had only taken one evening and morning with him to convince me that I probably shouldn’t have bailed on him the night we slept together...and that was after he’d been a complete ass at the rink.

Ryan was hell on my willpower, so it figured that I’d bump into him as soon as I came back to my apartment. It barely took any effort on his part to get me to do things completely out of my character. Like the urge I had right then to yank him even closer and kiss the hell out of him.

Taking one last breath of his scent deep into my lungs, I forced myself to take a step backwards instead. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a forest green cable-knit sweater that brought out the green in his hazel eyes. A lock of his dark hair hung over his forehead, and his mustache and beard looked freshly trimmed.

He looked deliciously perfect, while I was a disheveled mess after my strength training session at the gym since I hadn’t bothered to do anything more than brush my wet hair after I took a quick shower. Damn his sexy ass for catching me like this when he had the upper hand.

“I’m glad I caught you,” he murmured. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“Umm, okay.”

His door was still open, and he tugged me through it into his apartment before I could suggest we go over to my place instead. Not that it mattered where we were; what was important was that we were alone. Again. And there was a bedroom just down the hall.

“What’s up?” I blurted in an effort to shove any thoughts of what we could do on his mattress out of my head.

“Come sit down with me.” He pulled on my hand and led me to his couch, settling us next to each other on the cushions.

I was getting the feeling that he had something serious to discuss with me, and my stomach started to tie into knots. “What’s going on?” An idea popped in my head, and that nervous feeling took a turn to nausea. I yanked my hand out of his hold. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No! Shit, Tamara. There’s nothing wrong,” he assured me. “And I sure as fuck don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh.”

He wrapped his hand around mine again and smirked at me. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but it sounded like it’d bother you if I did.”

“Maybe.”

His smirk turned into a full-out grin, and his eyes filled with humor.

“Oh, stop,” I sighed. “It doesn’t necessarily mean anything more than I wouldn’t want to come between another woman and her man.

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