His For A Year: The Basketball Lord's

Chapter Forty Seven

♠ Kim Stans ♠

“Here,” he handed me a glass of water to take the medicine prescribed by his doctor.

I took it from him, ignoring the struck of heat that flowed through my arm when our fingers brushed a little.

This was such a weird day (seriously).

When he'd started taking me to his house, I was sure that was a dumb suggestion (because my house was literally just a few blocks away).

But the words wouldn't just come out.

I couldn't muster the courage to actually stand my ground and tell him to take me home.

Why?

Because secretly, I internally erupted in excitement at the thought of coming to his apartment again.

Especially so late at night.

Throwing the pill in my mouth, I gulped it down with half the glass's content, then dropped them both on the table.

There was a draw of awkward silence permeating around us.

Jeez, this wasn't what I liked.

So I broke it with a whispered, “thanks for coming to my rescue, I don't know how I'd have done it without you.”

A small smile laid on his lips, “hmm, though I'm not still sure if I get why you would pass such a route so late at night when you know what the possibilities are.”

He was very right, and now I felt doltish for that stupid action.

“I just wanted the comfort of home so badly after such a stressful day,”

Concern replaced whatever emotion he'd had on before as he inched a step closer, “is something wrong?”

A sigh escaped my lips before I could stop it, “first I have to help Oliver settle, and take care of the entire place,”

Maybe it was the drugs, or the sweet intoxicating smell of his house or the concern in his tone, but I found myself actually blurting it all out.

“And then I stupidly tell my manager I will submit the first chapter of my book by Wednesday, but I've still got no idea what to do,”

That thought alone made me rake a hand through my hair.

This was a big deal.

Gosh, what had I gotten myself into? Could I call to apologize and postpone the date?

Would Suzy really be the bestselling author starting next year while I just fade away?

Really Kim, you've got problems.

“I'm sure everything'll be alright,” Austin's voice raised my head to where he still stood, hands in the pocket of his dry trouser.

When we'd arrived, the doctor was around, but he'd advised we go take hot showers, which we did.

I went to take a bath in some spare bathroom while he took the one in his room.

Once done, he gave me one of his shirts that laid just a little above my knee, then placed both our clothes in the drier.

And now we were here again, with me pretending my reason for the lengthened stay was for my clothes to dry.

“It won't, but thanks,”

He stared at me as though hesitant to say something, but said it anyway, “if you need my help, I'll be available.”

That had come as a surprise, immediately melting my heart.

Here was a man offering to be of help, even when he probably couldn't do much.

“That's so sweet of you to say,” my tone came out a little lower than I'd expected.

And so when our gaze locked, my heart took off on a marathon race.

Silence stretched between us, but rather than being awkward, it was more tension filled.

Again, my hand had that desire to trace down those huge arms he possessed, and how beautiful his chest had felt.

They wanted to feel it again.

The sound of heavy rain echoed from outside, followed by a loud thunder.

But neither of us moved.

My breathing had practically seized.

Was it such a good idea to leave my home for his place?

When I was very much aware how his presence made me feel.

Another loud bang of thunder, but this time, it seemed to take the power supply with it, breaking our gaze.

“What happened?” Those words only came out when breath flowed back to my lungs.

“I don't know,”

His silhouette moved to a table where he picked up a torch, turning it on.

“Let me go check on it,” he spoke before leaving with the light.

That gave me enough time to gather myself and scold my body on self control.

There was no way I could allow a man's presence to affect me so much.

Especially when he was Austin.

My hands clutched to my chest, pleading with it to calm down.

This wasn't good. I needed to leave before I did something stupid.

When I jumped to my feet, grabbed my purse and an umbrella, he appeared out of wherever he'd gone.

“I think the thunder— what are you doing?” The touch moved to the umbrella on my hand, and even though I couldn't see his expression in the dark, they were certainly frowning.

“Oliver and Layla will be worried, I'm going to take my leave,” that was a fair enough excuse.

“So late and when the rain seems capable of throwing a house away?”

I couldn't help rolling my eyes, “exaggeration much,”

Like it wanted to prove his point, another roar of thunder hit, sounding really capable of knocking a house down.

The rain seemed to increase, and yeah, even I knew it'd be stupid to go in such weather.

“Stay the night,” he suggested, slight uncertainty in his tone.

Like even he was aware what could happen between us.

I pretended to hesitate, when truthfully, apart from the rain, my body yearned to be with him even closer.

Especially as I breathed in his scent from the shirt I had on.

“Okay,” my tone was low, contrary to the loud patter of rain beating the floor violently.

I dropped the purse and umbrella on a table and we both just stood there awkwardly.

“Here,” he offered his hand, that I had to stare at it with a raised brow.

Probably noting my expression, he clarified, “it's dark, let me lead you to the room you'll be staying since you don't know this place as much as I do.”

Normally, I'd have just told him I could use my phone touch or something, but my hands wanted to feel his body so badly, I found myself accepting.

The sparks that immediately flowed through me were unexplainable, but I didn't make it obvious as he led me to a spare room.

“It's not really eye-catching, but I clean it every week in case I have a surprise visitor sleepover,” he explained when we both walked into the huge room.

It was beautiful and certainly clean as he'd said.

There wasn't much, but the place was spectacular.

A bed laid at the center, with perfectly made beddings, only adding to its beauty.

There was a closet on one side, a bathroom on the other side, and a beautiful window that brought light to the room laid beside the closet.

“It's beautiful,” I muttered in slight awe, but he seemed to have caught it because he stopped, turning to me.

It was only when I returned the gaze, that I realized our hands were still holding each other.

Again, my heart exploded, moving at a speed of a hundred miles per second.

Breathing seemed difficult to obtain as it registered…

We were alone in a big room with a beautiful bed and no light surrounding us.

If this wasn't the perfect intimate moment, then what was.

To worsen the matter, he turned off the touch, but our gaze still stayed locked in the dark night light.

“This is probably not the best decision,” his tone was hoarse from obvious desire, “but I want to kiss you.”

This was probably going to be the first time someone would say it like that and I found my cheeks burning (not that he could see that).

“Huh,” was all I could make out from how my body trembled with tons of my own desires.

His hand entwined into my hair, the other moving round my waist, our gaze not locking.

“Kiss me Austin,” the voice didn't sound like mine, but the want in me.

My eyes closed when he leaned close, my lips parting to invite him.

And when his tongue slid into mine, I felt a gush of wetness like my body had been wanting this way too badly already.

My hands laid on his shoulders as his mouth sucked the breath from my body.

There was hunger for more as he kissed so hard, I felt the desire increase in me.

I felt him push me so my back leaned against the wall, and he deepened the kiss.

We both expressed how long we'd wanted this to happen and now… now I didn't regret what I was doing one bit.

His hardened c**k hit me, only sending another rush of wetness down me.

My hands trailed down his broad shoulders, down his arm to the one that held my waist, and with much hunger, I pushed his hand down till it cupped my butt.

He trailed his lips from mine down my neck where gosh, he did wonders to.

“Au-Austin.” I managed to breathe out from the desires.

His hand left my hair, slipping into my gown (his shirt), where it trailed up my body till it met with my naked breast.

My bra had been wet so I didn't bother to put one on, and now I was more than glad for that.

He groaned against my neck when his hand cupped my breast, "you're so soft."

That sound alone fueled my desires.

His fingers played with my n****e, swirling my head in ways I didn't know was possible.

My hands moved to unbuttoning his shirt, while his moved down to my naked thigh, trailing up till it met with my wetness, up my…

The lights came back on, probably bringing my sense along with it, because, what on earth was I doing?

“Oh s**t,” with so much force, I pushed him off me so his hands slipped out of every part of me it'd been in.

I mean, it had literally touched every part of me.

My eyes widened in shock of what just happened. “Please, get out.”

He nodded, seeming to have snapped back to life because he took about ten steps backwards, obviously creating as much distance between us.

Then he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I quickly rushed to lock it, my back pressing against it with a throbbing heart.

What did I just do? Oh s**t.

Could I have been any more stupid? What would have happened if the lights hadn't come back on?

Regret would certainly be greeting me in the morning.

But as I moved to lay on the bed and cover myself under the soft duvet, I couldn't help but be thankful I hadn't seen what lay between his legs.

Because that would certainly have been something I'd ever be able to unthink.