Let Me Love You (Australian Sports Star Series Book 2) by Iris Blobel
Authors: Iris Blobel
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Oliver’s kiss. So much so that she quickly grabbed her bag and stood.
That’s when the doorbell chimed again.
A surge of anger rippled through her. Anger towards herself for letting herself go like that, and anger towards Oliver, for taking advantage of the brief moment when she’d opened up to him.
The heels of her shoes echoed her aggravation as she paced the wooden floor to the front. She opened the door with such force that she was taken aback for a moment when she saw her uncle.
With a raised eyebrow, he said, “Tammy?”
She stood straight and met his gaze, trying hard not to let the tears escape. “Leaving. He’s all yours.”
Without any explanation, she rushed past him. As soon as she was in the car, she took in a couple of deep breaths. Her head hurt from being dizzy. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling. There was guilt towards Jason. Above all, though, she was annoyed with Oliver for telling everyone she’d look after him. And to top it off, he had the audacity to kiss her during a moment when she was vulnerable. In all fairness, she was less shocked that he’d had the cheek to kiss her than the fact she hadn’t put up any resistance. For that brief instant when their tongues had met, she’d surrendered to him completely.
Tamara turned the rear-view mirror to look at herself. Letting out a breath she’d been holding, she saw her red eyes and blotchy face. Absentmindedly, she touched her lips with her finger and remembered Oliver’s kiss. Heat pooled low in her body. Closing her eyes, she relived that moment in each little detail. The sensation and the taste of him still lingered on her lips.
She shook her head, knowing she should’ve pulled back. She should not have let him kiss her. Her plan had been to move to Melbourne and get back on track with her life.
Yet deep inside, she was still grieving for her husband. Silly as it might have seemed to others, she felt unfaithful to Jason. She’d loved him dearly, so how could kissing Oliver have so much effect on her? Her body was still tingling from his touch. The way his lips had captured hers.
In those few minutes, she’d felt alive again.
Shaking off all the emotions, she reminded herself it would be better for everyone involved not to like Oliver. All she’d wanted was to check on him and explain her behaviour at the hospital. That was all. No gazing into each other’s eyes. No touching. And most certainly no kissing.
But who was she kidding? She’d watched him on the field, his tight muscles contoured to his shirt as he pitched for hours, full of determination.
Yes, he could be trouble. She knew that. It was obvious to her the way the girls in the office talked about him, or even stared at him when he occasionally dropped in. He was a born charmer and knew how to use his charm…not to mention his sense of humour. No wonder women adored him.
But damned if she was his challenge. Tamara had no time for this nonsense and would ignore him from now on.
***
Oliver heard Coach Becker’s voice and looked towards the doorway. The last thing he wanted to do after Tamara’s quick exit was talk to her uncle.
“How are you?” Erik Becker asked.
Oliver slowly raised his eyebrows and nodded towards his leg.
“I heard,” his coach said as he sat on the seat which Tamara had occupied only a few minutes earlier.
Oliver needed to look away from his coach. He’d told Oliver from the start that she’d been off limits, and he still hadn’t been able to resist.
“Tamara left a bit in a huff. What did you do?”
Oliver shrugged as casually as possible, although the obvious accusation pissed him off.
“I told ya—”
Oliver sat up and tried to get comfortable. “She’s off limits. Spare me. It’s a broken record by now I’ve had to listen to it so often.”
Erik leaned back into the seat. “She’s been through hell and back since she lost her husband last year. I need you to stay away from her.”
That really got his
That’s when the doorbell chimed again.
A surge of anger rippled through her. Anger towards herself for letting herself go like that, and anger towards Oliver, for taking advantage of the brief moment when she’d opened up to him.
The heels of her shoes echoed her aggravation as she paced the wooden floor to the front. She opened the door with such force that she was taken aback for a moment when she saw her uncle.
With a raised eyebrow, he said, “Tammy?”
She stood straight and met his gaze, trying hard not to let the tears escape. “Leaving. He’s all yours.”
Without any explanation, she rushed past him. As soon as she was in the car, she took in a couple of deep breaths. Her head hurt from being dizzy. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling. There was guilt towards Jason. Above all, though, she was annoyed with Oliver for telling everyone she’d look after him. And to top it off, he had the audacity to kiss her during a moment when she was vulnerable. In all fairness, she was less shocked that he’d had the cheek to kiss her than the fact she hadn’t put up any resistance. For that brief instant when their tongues had met, she’d surrendered to him completely.
Tamara turned the rear-view mirror to look at herself. Letting out a breath she’d been holding, she saw her red eyes and blotchy face. Absentmindedly, she touched her lips with her finger and remembered Oliver’s kiss. Heat pooled low in her body. Closing her eyes, she relived that moment in each little detail. The sensation and the taste of him still lingered on her lips.
She shook her head, knowing she should’ve pulled back. She should not have let him kiss her. Her plan had been to move to Melbourne and get back on track with her life.
Yet deep inside, she was still grieving for her husband. Silly as it might have seemed to others, she felt unfaithful to Jason. She’d loved him dearly, so how could kissing Oliver have so much effect on her? Her body was still tingling from his touch. The way his lips had captured hers.
In those few minutes, she’d felt alive again.
Shaking off all the emotions, she reminded herself it would be better for everyone involved not to like Oliver. All she’d wanted was to check on him and explain her behaviour at the hospital. That was all. No gazing into each other’s eyes. No touching. And most certainly no kissing.
But who was she kidding? She’d watched him on the field, his tight muscles contoured to his shirt as he pitched for hours, full of determination.
Yes, he could be trouble. She knew that. It was obvious to her the way the girls in the office talked about him, or even stared at him when he occasionally dropped in. He was a born charmer and knew how to use his charm…not to mention his sense of humour. No wonder women adored him.
But damned if she was his challenge. Tamara had no time for this nonsense and would ignore him from now on.
***
Oliver heard Coach Becker’s voice and looked towards the doorway. The last thing he wanted to do after Tamara’s quick exit was talk to her uncle.
“How are you?” Erik Becker asked.
Oliver slowly raised his eyebrows and nodded towards his leg.
“I heard,” his coach said as he sat on the seat which Tamara had occupied only a few minutes earlier.
Oliver needed to look away from his coach. He’d told Oliver from the start that she’d been off limits, and he still hadn’t been able to resist.
“Tamara left a bit in a huff. What did you do?”
Oliver shrugged as casually as possible, although the obvious accusation pissed him off.
“I told ya—”
Oliver sat up and tried to get comfortable. “She’s off limits. Spare me. It’s a broken record by now I’ve had to listen to it so often.”
Erik leaned back into the seat. “She’s been through hell and back since she lost her husband last year. I need you to stay away from her.”
That really got his
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