Page 90 of Tempting the Player
“They’re exaggerating. That is definitely not how I remember it.”
“And now?”
“Now what?” I open the side gate that leads to the field and let her go ahead of me.
“Do I need to get in line?”
I can’t stop the laugh that breaks free.
“I’m serious,” she says. “You’re a young, hot, professional football player. There’s no way girls aren’t throwing themselves at you.”
“Wasa professional football player,” I clarify. “I haven’t really had time to date that much. My schedule during the season is pretty hectic, and during the offseason I take whatever work Logan can get me.”
“So...no girlfriends back in L.A.?”
“I dated a little when I first moved to California, but nothing serious.”
“What about repeat hookups?” She arches one brow as she waits for my answer.
“A few of those,” I admit.
She smiles like it doesn’t bother her in the least. Fuck, maybe she’s got her own list of guys she keeps on standby, like Cam. That thought doesn’t sit well, but she steps onto the field and our conversation dies.
Jane turns in a circle, arms held out wide, head thrown back, and somehow smiling even bigger. The wind blows her hair around and damn near takes the hat off her head. She places one hand on her head but doesn’t make any move to capture the wild strands. She’s so carefree despite the heavy things going on in her life. It might be my favorite thing about her.
I step up in front of her and wrap my arms around her waist. She tilts her head up and meets my gaze with the same wondrous expression she’s worn all night.
“There’s no line,” I say. “Not anymore.”
The smile on her face widens as she brings her arms up around my neck. “Good. Because I would fight them all.”
I turn the hat on her head around backward to get it out of my way, then drop my mouth to hers. Her body presses into mine automatically, sending a surge of heat through me. She’s tall and lean, but her curves mold against me like she was made for me.
All day we’ve gotten by with little touches and a few short kisses, but now that I have her alone, I want to watch her come again with my name on her lips.
“Ever make out on a high school football field?” I ask her right before I scoop her up into my arms.
She squeals into my mouth but doesn’t stop kissing me to answer. Her hold on me tightens as I lower us both to the ground.
She straddles me, resting her weight on my hard dick. “No, but I once made out with a guy in a sky box at a baseball game.”
I growl my disapproval at her making out with anyone but me, which makes her giggle, and I pull her bottom lip between my teeth. She arches into me, letting her head tip back. I take full advantage of the position, and trail open-mouthed kisses along the column of her delicate neck.
She rolls her hips over me and moans as I suck a sensitive spot along her collarbone.
“I hate the thought of anyone else touching you,” I admit. I slide one hand between us, under her dress. Her panties are already damp when I cup her pussy.
She grinds into my palm. My thumb strokes lazy circles over her clit. I stop kissing her only so I can meet her stare. Lips puffy and those green eyes sparkling. She’s fucking gorgeous with the flush of pleasure on her cheeks.
The buzzer in the gymnasium sounds in the distance.
“Second half is about to start,” I say as I slip one finger under her panties.
The only acknowledgment is the increased pace as she rubs herself on my hand.
She’s close when she drops her forehead against mine and says, “I really missed out. High school is the best.”
I don’t have a single high school memory that’s as good as this one, but I’ll relive them all if they end with my fingers buried in her sweet pussy.
