Page 71 of Run the Play
A slow smile tugs at his lips. “I saw an opportunity and I took it.”
“What opportunity?” I ask, glancing down to ensure the ice is still in the right place. My eyes widen when I see he’s hard. “Landry?”
“You’re breathing,” he says.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“That’s all you, Rowan. It happens every single time I’m close to you. You just so happen to be up close and personal with my cock right now, and your hands are on me.”
“I’m holding an ice pack to your injury.”
“An injury that I made appear worse than it is. Yes, it hurt like a bitch. The limp off the field was legit, but I don’t need to be back here. Once the initial sting of the impact was gone, I was good to go. This is nothing.”
“I don’t understand.” John told me to ice it. Now he’s saying he’s not really hurt? And he’s hard because I’m breathing? My mind is swirling, trying to catch up to what he’s trying to tell me, but there’s too much all at once, along with the fear that gripped me when he limped off the field.
“Roe, baby, I’m fine. I took a cleat to the thigh. It stung like a bitch. I limped off the sidelines, and it hit me that my girl is a part of the training staff. I hoped you’d have to tend to me. It’s almost half-time and we’re up by three touchdowns. I saw the opportunity to do this,” he says, sliding his hand behind my neck and pulling me closer. His lips touch mine, unhurried. “Worth it,” he says, pulling away.
“You wanted to kiss me?”
He takes my free hand and places it over his hard cock. “I ache for you, Rowan—every damn day. So, yeah, I saw a chance to sneak a kiss, or two,” he says, leaning in and pecking my lips. “You having your hands on me, on my cock, that’s just a bonus.” He winks.
I grip his cock, and he hisses. My touch is firm yet gentle. “I was worried.”
“I’m sorry. This is nothing.” He nods to his thigh. “You know that, Roe. You’ve seen every guy on this team with this same injury. It happens.”
“But it’s never been you,” I murmur.
Tenderness fills his eyes as he leans in and kisses me again. It’s just as slow as before, but this one feels like more. “I'd better get dressed. The team will be in here any minute now, and the last thing I need is for them to see my cock hard for my girl. They already have wandering eyes,” he grumbles.
“They do not.” I laugh, releasing him, even though I could stand here with him forever.
“They do. You’re beautiful, and turn heads wherever we go. You just don’t see it. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”
My heart stalls when he says love because I’ve completely fallen for this man. It’s different than anything I’ve ever felt before. I thought I was in love with Chaz, but this is more intense than anything I shared with him.
Landry hops off the table and pulls up his pants. He’s back in his uniform in no time, grabbing the ice pack, and placing it over his crotch. “Just for a second,” he says, winking. I can feel my face heat. You’d think I’d be used to his boldness by now, but he still makes me blush. Honestly, I hope that never goes away. It’s all a part of the chemistry that sparks between us.
“How’s your leg?” I ask him once we’re back at his place. It’s starting to feel like our place. I’ve spent every night here the past few weeks. Landry asks, and I can’t tell him no—not that I wantto. There’s nothing in this world that compares to the security and safety I feel falling asleep in his arms.
“I’m fine, Roe.” He drops down onto the couch and tilts his head back. “I’m beat.”
“Are you hungry?”
Slowly, he opens his eyes and hits me with his heated gaze. “Not for food.”
My body instantly heats, craving him and this intense connection we share. “No? You’re always hungry.”
“Didn’t say I wasn’t hungry, baby,” he replies.
“Well, you’re hurt, so I’ll help you get to bed, and then I’ll head to my place for the night.” I don’t know why I say it, because the last thing I want to do is leave.
“No.” His voice is firm. “It’s late, and you’re not driving back to your place on your own.”
“I’m a big girl, Landry.”
“You’re my girl. If you don’t want to sleep next to me, I’ll take the guest room.”
“Why would you take the guest room?” I ask. My heart is pounding in my chest at the way he’s looking at me, it’s as if he’s devastated that I’d want to go back to my place.
