Page 153 of Biggest Player
The warmth of the water and the softness of his touch combine to create a heady sensation that gives me goose bumps all over my body. God, I feel like I’m in a movie—or at least one of those reality shows where the contestants climb into a bath together and sip champagne.
I kiss him back, more passionately than I ever have before, the water against my skin and the fact that I’m naked making me feel sensual and seductive. Dex responds with a low, appreciative moan deep in his chest.
As the water laps around me, our kisses grow more intense, the tips of his fingers trailing up my arm and across my collarbone, leaving a path of tingling skin in their wake.
More goose bumps.
More shivers.
When I pull back to look up at him, my heart is racing in a way only he can make it race.
The heat between us is literally unbearable.
Maybe it was meant to be?
“Why don’t you join me?” My voice is husky with desire.
He doesn’t need to be asked twice.The man stands so quickly to shed his clothes I think he might topple over.
But my laugh is caught in my throat when he begins tearing off his shirt, revealing his sculpted body. Abs. Chest.
Yum.
As he pushes his pants and boxers down to the floor, I can’t help noticing he’s already hard, his dick bouncing when he steps gingerly into the water. It sloshes as he settles himself on the other side to face me.
My feet find his chest, and he immediately begins rubbing them, our best body parts pressed together beneath the hot water. I sigh, toes curling as his hands move up my calves, massaging and caressing muscles I didn’t realize were sore.
“That feels so, so good.” I lean my head back, closing my eyes.
“Not as good as you,” he replies.
I raise my head to look at him and giggle at his cheesy comeback. “When is the last time you were in here?”
“It’s been a while. Maybe a few times since I bought the house.”
“Why did you buy a house so big?”If you didn’t have or want a family ...?
“Don’t know. Guess it’s because I had the money.” Dex sniffs. “At least I’ll make money on the investment when I go to sell it.”
“Are you moving already?” I laugh.
“I’m not planning on it, but there’s always the chance I’ll get traded.”
Oh.
Ohhh, duh.
I hadn’t thought of that—the work stuff. How the football industry works and how unstable their positions can be.
Dex’s hands are still working magic on my feet, thumbs pressing into the pads as he says, “Every year during the draft, we risk being traded if the team picks a newer, shinier, and less expensive version of ourselves.”
I nod, understanding. Sort of.
I’m still learning.
His large palms move higher below the water, running slowly up my legs. Down again.
Lord, I wish I’d shaved ...
