Wild for You (Hot Jocks #6)(46)

I shake my head at the thought. Who knew I’d bond with her dog? “Everything else going okay? You haven’t been getting sick anymore, have you?”

She shakes her head. “I’ve been feeling good. Just a little tired. Which I read is normal.”

I nod. “I read that too. Your body needs the extra sleep. You’re growing a human in there.”

She sighs, a slight grin on her lips. “That’s what they tell me.”

“Did you get the vitamins I left for you?”

A smile overtakes her face. “I did. Thank you.”

As she asks me about the trip to Canada, dinner is served. I fill her in on our two not-so-exciting losses as we eat chicken and potatoes and asparagus, and the rest of the team makes small talk. I’m pleased to see Ana eat every bite on her plate. She even helps herself to an extra roll from the bread basket.

The evening passes with a silent auction, dancing, and a whole lot of sexual tension. Actually, that last one might be just me. Because earlier, when Ana danced with me, I had a hard time keeping my body from reacting. But then she smiled when Jordie cut in, dancing with him with the same polite look she’d given me during our dance.

I might have told her that we couldn’t be physical again, but right now, I’m feeling weak. If for some reason Ana decides she wants to get closer than dancing tonight, I’m not going to be strong enough to resist. I want her. And I really hope she wants that too.

When I take her hand again and nudge her toward the dance floor, she’s laughing.

“I never took you for someone who likes to dance,” she says, her brown eyes glittering at me.

I lift one shoulder. “Believe me, I’m not. You in this dress, though . . .” I give her a heated look. “Let’s just say it’s inspiring me.”

She laughs. “Stop.”

“If you like.”

Her lips twitch.

She moves her hands up to my shoulders, and mine settle onto the dip in her waist. I put a couple of inches between us, needing a little distance so she doesn’t feel my body’s response to hers.

As we dance together in the center of the floor, I notice a few of my teammates watching us, but I don’t care. Let them wonder. What’s happening between Ana and me is no one else’s business.

“Tonight’s been fun,” she says softly, her eyes moving from the three-piece band up to meet mine.

“It has.” I nod. “I’m glad you came.”

“Me too.”

We continue swaying together while I fill Ana in on my upcoming travel schedule. Next week I’ll be in Saint Louis and then Dallas, but this week I’m mostly home, except for a quick trip to California.

“Hobbes will be happy,” she says, brushing a piece of lint from my shoulder.

“As important as Hobbes’s happiness is to me, the reason I told you is just so you know you’re more than welcome to stay there, even while I’m gone.”

“Grant,” she says sternly.

We’ve been over this. I really do want her to feel welcome.

“I’m serious. I’m gone at least three nights a week. Ana, I want you to stay. For as long as you want. I like knowing you and Hobbes will be there when I get home.”

She softens, leaning in even closer. “I know. And you’ve been so incredible. I can’t thank you enough.”

“There’s no need to thank me.”

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The rest of the evening passes in a blur, and then Ana and I are stepping out of a cab and riding the elevator up to my condo. Electricity still thrums steadily through my veins. It’s like every moment has been swamped in anticipation, every look has been heated. I don’t know if it’s just me, or if Ana feels it too.

“I had a good time tonight,” she says softly, moving inside the condo and setting her purse on the counter. Hobbes gives us a sleepy look from the couch where he’s curled up, but doesn’t move. “I guess I’d better go get out of this dress.”

But when she turns to head down the hall, my fingers catch her elbow and I lightly tug. She turns, falling into my arms, and lifts her mouth to mine. And I can’t resist for even a second longer.

Closing the distance between us, I press my lips to hers. A surprised gasp escapes Ana as I deepen our kiss. She brings her hands beneath the lapels of my jacket to touch my chest, and for a second, I’m mentally preparing for her to push me away. But she doesn’t, she just strokes the muscles in my chest and groans into my mouth.

I go from half hard to fully hard in an instant.

I held back at the gala, but now that she’s in my arms, touching me, my self-control vanishes faster than a hockey puck into an empty net.

“What do you want?” she murmurs, her mouth busy kissing a hot path along my freshly shaven jaw.

“You.”

It’s only one word, but the effect on her is instantaneous. Her hands drop to my belt buckle, which she begins tugging at in an effort to free my erection. My cock presses painfully into my zipper.

“Bedroom,” I choke out, panting, almost dizzy with need.

Ana’s only taken two steps forward before I decide I’m too impatient to wait out the ten-second journey to my bedroom, and sweep her up in my arms instead. A breathless sound pushes past her lips the second I set her feet on the floor inside my bedroom. Two seconds later, she’s stripped out of her dress and looking up at me with need-filled glittering eyes.