Page 83 of Scoring the Player
“Not at all.” One of his big palms comes to rest on my upper thigh. “I might be too tired to peel you out of some big, complicated outfit anyway.”
“Too tired to get a girl naked?” I arch a brow.
“Okay, fine. Never that tired.” He guides his hand around to grab my ass. “But I am enjoying this outfit quite a lot.”
He pulls me on top of him and then wraps his free hand around the back of my neck to bring my lips to his.
Warmth spreads through me. I’m falling for him. I know I am and that it’s going to hurt something awful when it’s over, but at least I’m sacrificing my heart for some amazing experiences.
A deep groan rumbles in his chest as my hips roll. His dick is already hard and tenting his athletic pants, and the thin fabric of my sleep shorts provides very little barrier. Both of his big hands grip my thighs, and he grinds me over him until I’m panting, muscles quivering.
I break apart from our kiss. His eyes are hooded with lust and the way he looks at me makes my breath catch.
“I, uh, I bought condoms.”
His hands still.
Before I can lose my nerve, I add, “I’ve thought about it. I’m ready and I want it to be you.”
“Dahlia.” He sits up and brushes my hair out of my face. His grayish blue eyes are stormy and his face twists like he’s in pain.
“If it’s because you don’t want to, then I won’t say another word.”
His brows lift. “You know that isn’t it.”
“Then we’re on the same page.” I sit up and meet his stare head-on. “Look, I know what we are, or what we’re not, but I trust you. I like making out with you. You’re good at everything and I don’t want my first time to be some awkward hookup with a guy that’s crappy in bed. You might not be the guy for me, but you’re an amazing guy, and that means something.”
“I don’t know,” he says, but I can see the wheels turning in his head. He wants this too.
“Will you just think about it?” I ask. “We have two more weeks and then…”
I can’t bring myself to finish that sentence. At least out loud. Then we go back to our regular lives. Him as Felix Walters, star quarterback, and me as…just me again. But me with experiences that I’ll remember forever.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Yeah, I’ll think about it.”
He flips us so he’s on top of me and kisses me again. It’s sweeter this time, less hurried, and I know it’s not happening. At least not tonight.
* * *
Over the next week, Felix and I hang out a lot. He’s slept at my house every night. Just slept. Well, okay, not just slept, but we haven’t had sex. On Friday afternoon, we’re having lunch with his teammates in the dining hall, but after everyone else heads to class, we hang back.
His leg rests against mine under the table and he hooks his foot around my ankle. “Any plans for tonight?”
“A friend of mine from high school is dating a guy here at Valley. She’s coming for the weekend and we’re meeting up for dinner tonight.”
“That’s cool,” he says, then narrows his gaze as he smiles at me. “What were you like in high school?”
“I don’t know. Like I am now, I guess.”
“So, awesome and hot?”
Laughter spills out of my mouth. “You’re too much.”
With a wink, he leans forward and presses his lips against mine. The butterflies in my stomach that seem to always be present when I’m around Felix, flutter and swoop as I get lost in his kiss. He pulls back far sooner than I want and looks at me like he wants more details.
“I was the same. I’ve always been more reserved and quieter than my friends.”
“How come?”
