On the Sideline (BSU Football #3) - J.B. Salsbury Page 0,36

could be mine?

I pull around the back of the surf shop where the storage for all the rentals are. The shop opens at seven am, it’s seven oh-five. I shake out my mass of curls and check my face in the mirror. I don’t typically wear makeup but I brushed on some mascara and clear lip gloss, I also wore a casual sundress that I’m now second guessing as I don’t want it to look like I’m trying too hard. I cut the engine, and open the door only to have it pulled from my grasp and opened for me.

Loren greets me with a big smile and bright eyes. “Whose truck is this? I didn’t know it was you until I saw your hair.”

“Kayla’s. I borrowed it to get ten surfboards back to the house.”

His eyes roam my face, neck, and dip to my dress. “You look hot, Brat.”

I give his body the same treatment, loving the way his t-shirt hugs his broad shoulders and the way his shorts hang off his narrow hips. I know if I pulled up the front of his shirt he’d have that sexy v that all the girls go crazy for. “You too.”

He grips my knee, pulling it, and opening my thighs so he can step between them, while I’m still in the driver's seat. God bless big pickup trucks. His hands run up and down my thighs. “You’re so soft.” His gaze drops to my lips. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss.”

“I haven’t either.”

His hands slide higher to my hips where he grabs me and slides me closer until my ass nearly falls off the seat. But he holds me there on the edge with a firm grip, thumbs on the front of my panties, fingers splayed on the back. “I’m about to kiss you again.”

“Not if I kiss you first.” I stretch up and press my lips to his, and just like last night, a million explosions go off at once beneath my skin.

Our lips part immediately and when our tongues slide together in a slow, erotic dance, I grip his ass and pull him deeper to me. He grins against my mouth, but continues to kiss me with a surgeon’s detail and precision. How can there be so much power in his gentleness?

His hands move down my thighs then slip up and underneath the lace at my hips. He’s nowhere near where I want him, and yet I feel like he’s touching me in the most intimate of places. He kisses down my jaw to my neck, sucks softly, and then whispers, “I want to taste you.” He punctuates his heated confession with a squeeze of my hips. “I bet you’re so fucking sweet.”

I tilt my head back while he continues to kiss and suck at my throat, dipping lower to my breasts. I lean back and he follows to fold over me, and run his teeth along my sensitive nipple. I run my fingers through his hair, so soft, as he continues to worship my breasts over my clothes. He’s clearly not new to the workings of the female body as he strings me tight and leaves me unfulfilled.

“You make the hottest sounds when I touch you.” He straightens and frees one of his hands to pull me back to sitting up. “Which is why I need to stop here.”

“No you don’t.” I snag him by the back of the neck and kiss him again, this time with a contagious urgency.

He groans into my mouth and then rips his lips away. “You want me to fuck you in Kayla’s truck?” He’s breathing heavy, cheeks flushed, and his eyes spark with a wicked promise that, if we were in my car, I would’ve liked to test.

“You’re right.” I shuffle my ass backwards and shimmy my skirt back down around my thighs. “She probably wouldn’t appreciate that.”

He turns and seems to adjust his shorts before locking his hands behind his head and pacing the small lot. Cool down. Good idea.

I hop from the truck and allow the breeze to bring down my body temperature.

Eventually he drops his hands and faces me. “Spend the night with me tonight.”

“Tonight? But, the formal—”

“Fuck the formal. Fuck Riley. Stay with me.”

I grin, but it’s more discomfort than happiness. “You can’t be serious. We can’t jump into bed together two hours after you call things off with her.”

“We can. We just don’t need to advertise it.”

“So…behind her back?”

“It’s none of her business anyway.”

“I