“Ow … my head hurts,” she moaned, pressing her hand against the swollen spot as it pounded underneath her hand.
“Um yeah, I bet it does, you ran dead into that pole,” Tate informed her.
“Damn pole came out of nowhere,” she muttered. Tate chuckled as he moved her hand out of the way, to see what had to be a nasty bump. She opened her eyes, and came face-and-face with him. For the love of God! He was hot even with sweat dripping from his face and breathing heavily. Damn it! She probably looked like a stout pig!
“Man, Audrey, you got a nasty bruise coming in. Are you sure you’re okay? Can you see me?”
She scoffed. “Yes, Tate, your face is only inches from mine.”
Tate paused, looking from her aching head to her eyes. His eyes were light and soft, playful. When he tilted his head to the side, looking all sexy and yummy, she swore she didn’t care how bad her head hurt.
Because she was going to ravish Tate Odder in Centennial Park.
“Tate, please get your face out of mine before I jump you in the middle of this park,” she muttered.
If she shocked Tate, she couldn’t tell. His face broke into a big grin, while not moving an inch. “Are you sure you are okay?”
Audrey laughed. “Move, and help me up.”
Tate chuckled, moving only slightly to help her up, but even in a sitting position his face was right there. Coming close to her, Tate made a show of examining her head, lightly touching her now-growing lump. That touch was not helping her inappropriate thoughts about having sex in a park. She was pretty sure he was doing it so he could stay close to her. And she didn’t mind, really. She liked him that close.
“Tate, your face is still by mine.”
He smiled, pushing his tongue against his teeth as he looked deep into her eyes. “I am calling your bluff.”
“You really know how to make a girl crazy,” she complained, standing up slowly.
Tate continued to grin, watching her as she fixed her clothes and rubbed her butt. She looked up to see that he had a beanie holding his hair back. His shirt was drenched in sweat, and he had running pants on.
“Cupcakes catching up on you too?” she teased.
Tate laughed as he nodded. “Yup, this is my pre-workout, before the intense workout with the guys.”
“Sheesh, eff all that. I’ll stick to my six-mile run,” she said, her hands resting on her head.
“Well, I’m done. I was running back to the Sportsplex when I saw you. Thought I would come over and say hi, make sure we are still on for tonight.”
Audrey nodded, causing her head to hurt more. “Yup. Seven o’clock?”
“Sounds good, I’ll have dinner there and ready.”
“I got two more miles, so I’ll see you,” she said, walking away from him.
“Wait,” Tate said, stopping her in her tracks. He had that sexy wicked grin on his face, the one he wore while stripping her clothes off during their night together. Audrey felt like she couldn’t breathe when he pinned her with that grin. It felt like her heart was beating in overtime, while her body was going to explode with want.
“Yeah?” she basically groaned out.
“What happened to jumping me in the middle of the park?”
She smiled. “That was my concussion talking.”
Tate laughed. “Well then, instead of telling you to miss the poles, please hit at least three more. Maybe then you’ll kiss me again.”
When his face brightened with excitement, Audrey rolled her eyes and shook her head, “Goodbye, Tate Ooooodder,” she said as she walked away.
Tate’s chuckles ran up her spine, and then he said, “ ’Bye, Audrey.”
Still worried about her head, she jogged off slowly, thanking the Lord that she didn’t give in to her desire to molest him in the park. But no one said she couldn’t fantasize about it as she ran.
It would make the run more pleasurable, in her opinion.