Page 18 of Falling for the Quarterback

And then, in a sudden and unexpected move, Lottie turns to face me, grabs hold of my shirt in her hand, and crushes her lips to mine.

It takes me a millisecond to formulate a thought, but when I do, that thought is all about getting this woman into my bed again.

I need it. I needher. In a way I’ve never needed a woman before.

Swinging an arm around her lower back, I guide her backward to the corner of the building, away from prying eyes, and press her against the wall, never once letting my lips leave hers.

She is wild and frenzied, her hands roaming my backside, nails scoring over my clothes as if she’s determined to tear them from my body.

This is dangerous. I know the risks involved and so does she. But the threat holds no merit at this moment because everything is about getting Lottie naked and inside her body.

My blood pulses through my cock, my erection wedged between her legs and my arms cage her against the exterior building wall. From this location, no one can see us unless one of the pub employees comes out to the side alley for a smoke.

I let my hands wander up her sides, one hand snaking under her shirt to find her breast. Her nipple hardens under the pad of my thumb and she moans into my mouth.

“I want to spread you out naked on my bed and fuck these perfect tits.”

Lottie squirms against me, creating a frantic friction as she grinds her pussy over my hard cock. This time it’s me who groans.

“Are you wet for me, Professor?”

She gasps when my hand tunnels under her waistband and I deftly undo her pants. I slide my fingers through the soft curls, then dip inside her heat.

“Yes,” she murmurs, clasping her fingers in my hair.

“So fucking wet.”

The sound of a car door slamming and voices and laughter from the parking lot pull us out of our sexual haze, and I reluctantly drag my hand from her pants. But I don’t want to lose this connection, so I press my mouth to the dip in her neck and suck greedily at her skin.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson,” Lottie says suddenly, her voice husky with need. “One more time. That’s it. No more.”

She tugs my hoodie over my head to shield my face, grabs my hand, and guides me out to the sidewalk as we head off into what I presume is the direction of her house.

I’ll take anything to get Lottie in bed again.

I can accept just one more night, I tell myself.

But that’s a lie.

Because the truth is, I’ll never stop wanting her. Even if she is my professor.

ChapterSeven

Charlotte

It’s the heat that wakes me. I’m so bloody hot.

I reach out to throw off the blankets…and then remember.

What the fucking hell did I do?

I slowly open an eye to find myself sprawled across Hendy. My face rests on his chest and his arm is slung around my back. And I’m pretty sure his erection is digging into my leg that is somehow over the top of his muscular thigh, the soft hairs covering it tickling my skin.

I listen to the sound of his steady breathing, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. It seems he’s still in a deep sleep, which means I have a chance of sneaking out of bed without notice if I can carefully peel myself off of him.

I make small, minuscule movements to extricate myself from the heat of his body inch by inch, stopping several times when the tempo of his breath changes. He mumbles something incoherently as he shifts to his back, and I am able to free myself completely. His head lolls to the side, and his breath turns into a light snore.

Okay, now is my chance to gather up my clothes and leave, putting distance between what happened with us last night.

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