on my face. I took a deep breath.
“Feel better?” he asked.
I was afraid to speak. Afraid that it was all a dream. That he would turn away, walk back into the pub, and act like we had never met. Or that I would snap back into reality and realize I was committing the cardinal sin of my career—fraternizing with an athlete. My job at Sports Now was over, but I had carved out a career in sports reporting. One night with a notorious playboy and I risked stamping a career-ending reputation on my resume.
I nodded. “Thank you. I can breathe out here.”
“It sucks being sacked, love.”
There was that word again. I knew it had its own meaning here, but every time he said it I melted a little inside.
“It’s okay if you want to go back inside. I’m fine. Really. Thanks for making sure I was okay.” The last thing I wanted was to be thrown a pity party by Blaine Crews.
“You don’t think I’m going to leave a pretty girl out here, do you?”
“Maybe she doesn’t need to be rescued,” I said coyly. “Besides, I don’t know anything about you.”
“Why don’t we change that?” I could see his smirk through the darkness. He was charming and sexy, but oozing with cockiness. It was easy to see where the label came from.
His hand snaked around my waist, dragging me toward him. My nose filled with the clean scent of his skin and the beer on his breath. His mouth moved against mine before I knew what had struck.
Instinct and primal need swept through me when I felt his tongue glide across mine. Damn, he was a good kisser. His hands cupped my face as we sank deeper into the kiss. If I wanted to breathe, I couldn’t. If I wanted to speak, there weren’t any words. There was only Blaine, me, and a raging fire that had sprung free the instant he touched me.
Chapter Nine
Blaine

H er lips were fucking edible . I kissed her hard, sucking and biting, stealing every breath I could from her body. She leaned into me. I didn’t need to read any more signs. She wanted this as badly as I did.
I stood back to gaze into her eyes.
“Let’s get out of here.” I tugged on her hand.
“But don’t you want to celebrate?” she asked. “They’re going to be disappointed.”
“”Those blokes haven’t even noticed I’m gone. I’ve got one more race. I can celebrate tomorrow night.” I brought the soft spot of her wrist to my lips. She shivered under my touch. “Besides, I want to hear what happened.”
“It’s too embarrassing to talk about.”
I didn’t want to stand out here in the parking lot all night. I wanted to take her back to my room. I wanted to kiss her, hold her, and fuck her senseless.
“Then, we can talk about something else.” I led her to my car. “Or we can forget the talking.”
I shuttled her into the passenger side and closed the door.
“Is Blaine Crews kidnapping me?” She cracked a smile. “Because that’s kind of what this feels like.”
“Do you want me to kidnap you?”
“Yeah, I think I do.” She licked her lips, making them glossy and smooth.
I reached over the console, devouring her with a hungry kiss. Damn, what was she doing to me? I was losing it just from her lips and I hadn’t even seen her naked yet.
I broke away, knowing I had to get her back to my room before I stripped her down in the backseat of my car. She took a heavy breath as I peeled out of the parking lot.
I couldn’t find a parking spot at the hotel fast enough. Before the valet could congratulate me on the way through the building I had Ava in the elevator.
By the time the elevator doors closed behind us, I had her pinned with my chest against the wall. I gripped her cheeks with my hand, slipping my tongue between her parted lips.
Fuck, she tasted sweet. A delicious foreign delicacy made for me. She panted under the pressure of my tongue. The doors slid open and we groped and stumbled our way to my door. The key card was somewhere in my back pocket.
Her hands canvassed my arms and