Up in the bleachers, Kit was sitting with Rachel watching the game. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes off of Robert. The man filled out a softball uniform like it was tailor-made for him.
“What did I say about Dr. Hottie? Was I right or was I right?” Rachel remarked, then howled with laughter when she saw Kit blush profusely.
“He has some redeeming qualities, I’m finding.”
“Uh huh, like his hunky ass,” Rachel retorted.
The game ended with a narrow victory for the Weakened Warriors, and while the majority of the team headed to the bar to celebrate, Robert cut Kit off as she exited the bleachers with a very different idea in mind
“We should go celebrate,” he said, tucking his hands in her back pockets and watching her face light up a fire-engine red that matched her hair. It was the most public display of affection they’d made, but he didn’t care. He was riding a high of adrenaline and felt like he could move mountains.
“We should. They’re going to the bar.”
“I was thinking my place.”
“Your place. I don’t think you want a bunch of sweaty guys in your house, drinking all your beer and making a mess.”
“I was thinking just you and me, actually. Although I’m down with the sweaty beer drinking and making a mess if you are.”
Kit agreed before the voice of doubt had a say in the matter, nodding quickly and losing herself in his kiss.
His house was big but almost completely undecorated, Kit noticed when they stumbled through the front door, frantically kissing and pulling at each other’s clothes. They landed together on the couch with a laugh and he flipped them over so she was straddling his thighs.
“You haven’t unpacked?” She said when she looked around. He grabbed her hips and ground against her while he kissed her neck.
“If that is what you’re thinking about right now, I must not be doing my job.”
She shook her head and laughed softly. “You’re doing just fine. I notice things. I’m a noticer.”
“You’re something all right,” he moved his lips down along the curve of her neck, biting softly along her clavicle.
“You could hire a service to unpack you.”
Robert sighed and pulled back, looking up at the beautiful crazy woman on his lap.
“To be honest I haven’t unpacked because I wasn’t sure if this place was for me. It’s such a big move and such a big change. I don’t know.”
“Are you still unsure?”
“I’m sure about this,” he said as he pulled her back against him. “I’m sure I want you.”
He lifted her shirt above her head then, and did his level best to make her stop thinking about his big empty house and the implications behind that for the rest of the night.