Page 149 of Need You To Choose Me

The space is quiet, the smell of grass and the faint scent of smoke filling the air.

“This is my favorite time to be on the field.”

Surprised, I tilt my head to look at him, but his attention is fixed on the fifty-yard line. “Really? Not game day?”

“Game days are crazy, but there is something about the calm that settles over the field once the game is done, and you can drink everything in.”

I guess I could see it. There was peacefulness in the quiet like this.

“Is that why you brought me here?”

“Kind of.” Coming to a stop, Blake lets go of my hand, opens a blanket over the grass, and kneels down, extending his hand toward me. “Come ’ere.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and look around. “Should we even be here? What if somebody?—”

“Damn, woman.” Before I can finish, Blake’s hand snakes around my waist, and he tugs me to him. I let out a loud yelp in surprise as I’m pulled to the blanket, Blake’s body hovering over mine. “Blake! What are you doing?”

“Nobody will come.” He brushes my hair away and smirks. “We’re in a small town, Texas, where all the respectable people are already home and in bed.”

“I’m respectable,” I counter, jabbing my finger into his chest playfully. Blake’s fingers wrap around my wrist, and he presses them against his chest.

“Oh, I know that,” he whispers, his warm breath tickling my skin. Blake leans down; his nose traces the column of my neck. “My good girl.”

I suck in a breath, my fingers fisting his shirt. The warmth of his body seeps into my skin. His heartbeat thunders against my palm, strong and steady, just like him. “But I like getting you down and dirty.”

“That’s so cheesy.”

“I’ll give you cheesy.”

A soft chuckle turns into a moan when Blake nips at my neck playfully before kissing the sensitive skin. I slide my hand over his pecs and to the back of his neck. My fingers sink between his silky strands, and I pull him to me, those stormy eyes the last thing I see before my mouth presses against his—once, twice, three times—before my tongue slides past his lips and into his mouth. His velvet tongue tangles with mine in a sensual dance.

Blake rolls to his back, pulling me with him. My shirt skims up, the cool night air teasing my skin, a complete contrast to Blake’s burning touch.

A shudder runs through my body, making goosebumps appear on my skin.

“You’re cold,” Blake whispers, breaking the kiss.

“It’s fi?—”

Before I get to finish, Blake’s already pulling back and sliding his jacket off.

“Arms.”

I don’t protest as he helps me put the jacket on, pulling it tightly around me. The material falls over my shoulders, Blake’s spicy scent wrapping me into a cocoon of warmth. Even with my bump, the jacket swallows me whole. It almost feels as good as being wrapped in Blake’s arms.Almost.

Once he’s done, Blake lets his hands fall to my waist, resting them on my bump as he takes me in. There is undeniable heat burning in his eyes as he looks at me. Desire unlike anything I’ve experienced except with him.

“I like this.”

“What? This jacket?” I glance down, noticing the team colors. It was his coach’s jacket. “I always wondered why I never got one since I’m still part of the team, even though you stole my position.”

Blake smirks. “There was a reason for that.”

“Oh, yeah?” I quirk my brow at him. “And what’s that reason, Coach?”

“So once you’re cold, I get to give you mine. See my name on your back. Let everybody know who you belong with.”

This time when a shiver runs down my spine, it has nothing to do with the cold and everything with the possessiveness in his tone.

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