Before Hannah could answer, a door opened, and she heard, “What the hell?” She turned her head to see Matt standing in the doorway to the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips, his face thunderous. “Hannah? What are you doing here? What the hell is going on? Did he just ask you out?”
Hannah looked back and forth between the two shirtless guys flanking her. Matt was just as chiseled as Daniel, and taller, the anger on his face making him more intimidating. She swallowed, but before she could answer any of the questions that had been thrown at her, Matt’s hand had clamped around her arm and dragged her closer to him, his stare challenging Daniel over the top of her head.
Daniel held his hands up, palms out. “Hey, man. I had no idea.” He pulled his shirt over his head before focusing on Hannah again. “It was nice meeting you. See you next week.”
With that, he turned and left. She could hear him talking to Chris in the living room but wasn’t paying attention, her focus now on the furious man who still had his hand on her arm and her body pulled close against his naked chest.
Chapter Thirteen
Matt waited until his former teammate got to the living room before turning his attention to Hannah, dressed in a robe. And it didn’t look like she had anything on underneath it. She pulled against the grip he still had on her arm, but he didn’t let her go. Instead, he pulled her behind him into his room and closed the door.
Once inside he let her wrench her arm free, her other hand rubbing where he’d held her. Her eyes flashed green fire. “What the hell, Matt? Don’t manhandle me like that.”
His grip on the towel wrapped around him tightened. “Would you rather Carter did the manhandling, then?” She raised her eyes from the arm she was still rubbing, and a sliver of guilt stabbed his chest, but he pushed it aside.
“Seriously? If you’re going to act like an asshole, then, yeah, maybe I would rather hang out with Daniel. What the hell are you even doing here?”
Matt forced himself to take a breath, calming his voice so that it dripped ice instead of fiery rage. “I live here. Since you’ve been here to visit me most of the week, I’d have thought you would’ve known that by now.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Watch it, Matt. I’m not stupid. Don’t treat me like I am. Megan said you were working out with Chris. I didn’t expect to bump into you on my way to get changed.”
“What the fuck were you doing here with Carter? And why would Megan set you up with him?” The icy tone slipped, melting back into the rage that boiled inside him. He’d never felt this possessive of anyone before, but he couldn’t help it. Seeing Carter’s hand on her had him seeing red. She was his. And he intended to make sure no one had any reason to doubt that.
Hannah had crossed her arms over her chest and now rolled her eyes at him. “You’re the one who told me I should pose for Megan to help with her project. Daniel is the other model for the painting.” She said it like she was pointing something out to a small child.
His nostrils flared. “You’re posing with him?”
Hannah chuckled, before speaking even more slowly. “Yes, Matt. I’m posing with him. I don’t get why you’re making this into a big deal. Aren’t you posing for her paintings too?”
As he stalked closer to where she stood in front of his bed his gaze dropped to where her cleavage pushed up over her crossed arms, visible through the gap in her robe. He doubted she realized that her posture—feet apart, one hip cocked—caused the bottom of the robe to gape too, exposing more of her pale thighs, almost to the juncture of her legs. God, was she really naked under there? Had Carter seen and touched her naked body while they posed for Megan? His fists clenched, and he forced another deep breath at the thought. Dammit, he hadn’t even gotten to touch her naked skin yet, and now some other asshole got to have his hands all over her. And the worst part was that he’d told her to pose for Megan.
“Yeah, I’m posing for her. With one of the linebackers. Wells.”
Hannah snorted at that.
“You think that’s funny?”
She laughed out loud, and he stepped even closer until he could wrap an arm around her and pull her against him once more. “You think it’s funny that I’m posing with another guy, while you get naked with one of my other teammates?”
Her laughter cut off like she flipped a switch. “Yeah, I think it’s funny you’re posing with another guy because I was imagining you posing like we were. But I wasn’t naked. Neither was Daniel.”
Matt’s nostrils flared again. “How were you posing? Was he touching you? Did he have his hands on you? Did he see your tits?”
Hannah drew in a sharp breath. “I told you, we weren’t naked—”
“Bullshit, Hannah. I can tell you don’t have anything on under this robe.”
She pushed on his chest, trying to get away, but he didn’t let her. “You don’t believe me?” The anger was back in her voice. “You think I’m lying? You wanna see what I’m wearing under this? Should I tell you how Daniel touched me? Would that make you feel better?” She pushed hard against his chest once more, almost hitting him with her determination to get free, and he let her go.
She fell back on the bed, her legs spread, the robe gaping further. Her eyes flashed and her nostrils flared as she caught herself so she didn’t sprawl full out on the bed. Sitting up and yanking on the sash, she pulled the robe open and let it fall off her shoulders. Leaving her … in a nude bra
