Excerpt
Nick and Sam flashback when Sam made a pass at Nick

Nick walked into his hotel room, he was soaking wet due to the late night swim him and the guys had just come back from. He ran the towel ruggedly over his head, drying his hair when the lamp next to the bed turned on.

“Jesus Christ!” startled he jumped, his eyes focusing on Sam. “Sam? What’re you doing here?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She sat on the edge of the bed and was staring at his chest a slight grin formed on her lips before she looked up at his face.

He took a deep breath and walked over to his suitcase looking for a shirt.
“You didn’t answer me, what’re you doing here?” he asked as he heard her footsteps against the carpet fully aware that she was creeping up behind him. Where the hell was his shirt, he asked himself. “Ah ha! There it is.” He said aloud, grabbing the shirt from underneath a pile of clothes. She placed her hand on his bare shoulder causing him to turn around abruptly and their eyes connected. Hers were full of mischief and want.
Shit, he was fucked.

“Sam, go back to your room.” He said roughly.

“I don’t want to, Nick.” She grabbed the shirt from his hand. He closed his eyes and counted down from ten before opening them again as she threw his shirt on the floor.

“You need to.” He said.

“Why?” She tilted her head reaching out to rest her palm flat against his chest before taking another step closer. “Can I ask you something?” She looked up at him, the mischief gone from her eyes replaced with sincerity one look at her and he was a goner. He nodded as his restraint slipped away from him. “Do you ever wonder what if?” Her hand ran down the ridges of his abdomen. “Because I do. I think what if all the time. Like, what if you and I stopped playing games?” She whispered softly her voice was lethal to him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her lower half against him taking her off guard causing her to gasp. He waited a moment before bending his knees to make them eye level.

“Sam, you’re killing me.”

“I don’t mean to.” She whispered. “I just don’t want to go on wondering.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Maybe it will mean nothing to us but at least we can say we tried.”

“We both know that’s not what will happen.” He said gruffly.

“Prove it.” She said, and those were the last word either of them spoke.

Nick cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers. Whatever little restraint he had left, stayed in place, allowing him to be gentle as he slowly kissed her. At that moment he had felt like those lips were what every man pictured when they yearned to be kissed by a woman. They were soft and plump and grabbed onto his perfectly. She grabbed the ends of his hair, plastering her body against his. Goodbye restraint, you tried to hold on. He licked her lips seeking admittance, and when her lips parted he slid home. She tasted so sweet, he never would get his fill.