Real Challenge (Atlanta #2) Read Online Free

She was a force of nature. No matter what she did, she had him constantly off his game. He looked forward to their date even more.

Chapter Two
    Cassie looked up as Scott stood up and looked down at her on the couch. His 6’2” frame seemed much taller from that angle, and his shoulders looked that much wider. Quite a nice view.
    “It really was nice to meet you, Cassie,” he said to her smiling. “I’ll see you tonight.”
    “You, too, Scott,” she replied, pulling the blanket around herself again. She watched him walk to the door and just about drooled at the sight of his broad, sexy shoulders. She mouthed “oh my god” to herself at the view of his narrow hips in contrast to them.
    “Tell Marcus and Erin I said thanks,” Scott said as he headed out the door.  
    Cassie waved at him with a genuine smile and then kicked her feet just a tiny bit over her date with Scott. She was completely enthralled that someone could match her attitude comment for comment. Instead of shying away at her teasing him about his kissing, he knocked her down and jumped on her like a caveman. She laughed to herself at the thought.  
    And oh, that kiss. He was not trying to impress her in that hot moment. He wasn’t trying to be smooth or seductive. He just wanted to kiss her and he did. Holy cow, he did. His tongue was hot velvet and his breath felt so warm against her skin. He was very skilled at knowing when to move in deeper and when pull back and kiss her lightly.  
    He did all that without any pretense or practiced show. He just moved with her and let her move with him. That’s how she liked her intimate moments: honest. She wanted more. She knew she’d have a hard time holding back from him if he stayed real like that.  
    Most men were rarely real . She had only known Scott for about fourteen hours, and half of those were spent sleeping. Nevertheless, she already experienced two moments of true Scott-ness: the way he kissed her on the couch and the awe in which he spoke about Greece. Talking about the Olympics was much different that morning than at the party. He wasn’t trying to brag or impress her. He was talking about the experience with reverence. She could tell being there meant something to him. That was the impressive part as far as Cassie was concerned.  
    Shortly after Scott left, Marcus came downstairs in his sweats and an old hole-ridden tee shirt.  
    “You always dress up like that for your woman?” Cassie asked.
    “She wouldn’t have me any other way,” Marcus said, grinning. “You have a good sleep?”
    “Yep. Couch was a bit cramped with Scott on it, but it was ok.” She was waiting for the look he was going to give her…and there it was.  
    Marcus stopped and his eyebrows went up. “Do I need to kick his ass?”
    Cassie just laughed at her over-protective brother. “No, he was a perfect gentleman. He just didn’t want to sleep on the floor. And we have a date tonight.”
    Marcus just grinned again. He nodded like the news didn’t surprise him. “I’m making coffee. You want some?”
    “No, I have to go home so my brother can call me,” she said sarcastically. “Of course I want some! But seriously, how are you doing? Been moved in about two weeks, now, right?” She walked over to sit with him at the table.
    “Yeah, it’s been great. I know this was her apartment first, but it really feels like home for me.” He said that with more emotion than he meant to, but Cassie understood him completely. The concept of “home” was something they each dreamed about but never really had after their mother died when they were eight. Their abusive father took away any happiness they had, and their house was only a place of fear. But now, Marcus had found a true home with Erin.
    “I’m happy for you, Marc. Oh hey — how’s Luke doing? How long have you been training him now?”
    “A few months. He’s a fast learner. Most of his blocks go by instinct already and he’s anxious to learn