Page 8 of Virgin Pass

“You’ll be here every day. You should plan on that. There’s the overnight situation to consider, though. You want to stay at your place on the other side of town, that’s your call, but—” he shrugs and I stare at him. “You could also stay here.”

“I don’t need to stay here,” I blurt, my voice too high, almost frightened to my own ears. “That’s not necessary, I mean. I’m here to see what I can do for you.”

I wince as Austin’s smile kicks up at the corners, and I try again. “I mean, whatever you need, I…” Well, that doesn’t sound exactly right either. “I want to help,” I finally say. “That’s what I mean. I want to help.”

I bite my lip as the most obvious suggestion on how I could help Austin explodes in my mind. Just because I have zero experience in that area doesn’t mean I can’t conjure up the immediate, unbearably enticing memory of Austin leaning into me, his hands roaming everywhere, his mouth—

Pull it together!I instruct myself, but it’s already too late. My hands have started to sweat, my pulse is leaping, and there’s a hard, thrumming need vibrating deep in my core, loud enough Austin has to be able to hear it.

“I see. You have any suggestions on exactly how you think you can…help me?” he asks quietly.

“A few,” I whisper. I know I sound sultrier than I should, but there’s no denying the pure male appreciation gleaming in Austin’s eyes. My heart gives an unruly lurch. “But I mostly need to know what you want.”

He grins at me, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to spontaneously ovulate. I press my knees together as unobtrusively as possible, praying he doesn’t realize the reaction he just caused in my body.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about it,” he says. “I got three guys on the practice squad whose hands are like Velcro all the sudden, and I know Coach is watching me with more interest now. I got a good thing going, and I have you to thank for that. Like I said, you’re my lucky angel. If your kiss brings me this much luck, imagine what good fortune I’d have if we took it a little further.”

I look at him with confusion. He’s gotten closer to me somehow, incredibly close, and it’s everything I can do not to drift forward the remaining inch between us and touch my lips to his. My heart is pounding as my brain scrambles, struggling to focus on something other than that beautiful mouth.

We lock gazes—big mistake. I could lose myself in the whiskey depths of his eyes, drunk on Austin’s blood-pounding sex appeal.

“How much further?” I finally manage.

His lips curve into a hard, masculine grin. “Good question,” he murmurs. “How about we pick up where we left off in the office and go from there?”

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