turn-on for me. The precum leaking onto my boxer briefs is proof of that.
Her unwavering confidence in my team and our abilities is the biggest boost a guy can get, and I hate that I still have to wait days before I can kiss her for it.
“How’s Texas?” Her question breaks me from my fantasy of bending her over the counter in the bathroom here.
“It’s good. The team has been gelling at practice.” Last year we made it to the championship but lost. Not this time. This is our year; I can feel it. “I miss you though.”
Fuck! Do you hear yourself? You’re lucky Kay insisted this was a private call, otherwise your boys would be demanding your balls. Oh how the mighty Casanova has fallen. *walks off the field*
The blinding, brighter-than-the-Christmas-tree-in-the-hotel’s-lobby smile makes every sappy word I said and the scolding from my inner coach worth it.
There are days I feel like Kay doesn’t understand the depths of my feelings for her. Or how I’m…
Nope. Best not to think it for fear I’ll slip up and ruin the moment with a fight.
“Can I say thank you for your text to Trav? I thought he was gonna shit a brick with you threatening to cut him off from your cooking.” I wrap an arm around my stomach as laughter overtakes me while remembering how pale his face was. Don’t think I missed the way Kay checked me out in a blatant ogle…because I didn’t. “It was the best part of my day.”
“Was it, now?” Her eyes—still locked on my abdominals—grow heavy-lidded, her white teeth sinking into the red flesh of her bottom lip.
“Yeah.” My voice grows husky as lust pumps through my system.
“Let’s see if I can change that? Hmmm?” I about come in my pants like a teenager watching his first porno when she hums. “First…” Her left arm rises to reach behind her head, my ring winking at me from her finger as she gathers her hair over her shoulder. “I bet you’re dying to see how this looks.” She rises to stand, the laptop moving to the nightstand next to her bed. Keeping the grip on her hair, she turns, giving me her back to show the red NOVA and 87 that cover the entire length and width of her torso. “Is it everything you’ve ever dreamed of?” she taunts, glancing at me over her shoulder.
“Babe,” I groan. Now that she’s standing, I can see my jersey is the only thing she’s wearing. I have to clear my throat before I can speak again. “Where are your pants?”
Why the hell are you asking her about her pants? Why are you always trying to put clothes on her? Take. Them. Off. I swear I’m going to trade you.
“They didn’t really go with your present.”
“My present?” My brows rise until they hit the edge of my hat. “I’m pretty sure I don’t play pantless.”
Kay spins to face the camera again, her fingers lifting the hem of my jersey from where it fell past her knees. “You think me wearing your jersey is your present?”
Yes? I mean it is literally one of the things my dreams are made of.
“Oh, Mase.” She giggles.
Her pupils dilate until her eyes are the color of deep charcoal as she scans every inch of my bare torso again. Without a word, her arms cross below her belly, grasping the bottom of the jersey and lifting it over her head in that sexy, effortless flourish that’s the equivalent of the one-handed behind-the-neck shirt removal us men do. She holds my gaze with it pinched between her fingers before releasing it to float to the ground in a puddle of fabric.
I damn near swallow my tongue.
Holy fuck!
Her tits are plumped up and pressed together by red lace and contrasting black stitching, the curled-under ends of her hair outlining it all. Resting between them, calling to me like a bullseye to slide my dick against, is a black satin bow, punctuating her glorious chest as the gift it is meant to be.
It’s one of those half-cup styles, the lace barely high enough to cover the pink of her nipples—not that it matters, because I see the pebbled tips peeking through the material she’s so turned on.
It’s my turn to take a tour of her body with my eyes. Down the length of it they go, over the swells straining with each breath she takes, down the toned expanse of her belly and the ring with a jewel that