Page 82 of Scores Of The Heart

“There hasn’t been anyone else.”

I leave that hanging there for just a moment.

He swallows. “You’ve just been with one guy?”

“Yes,” I sigh. “I kind of felt it was time, and I really liked Joel. I loved him actually, or thought I did. But we were really better off as friends.”

I search in his face for some indication he’s going to find that weird or alarming, but there’s nothing. He stays completely neutral.

“So that’s what you were freaking out about?”

“Yeah, I guess I was. It’s not exactly a normal thing.”

“You haven’t fooled around with anyone else?” He doesn’t balk as such, but he’s clearly surprised.

“Only Damon early on, but that was just kissing and feeling each other up through our clothes. My upbringing wasn’t like most people these days. My parents weren’t accepting of that kind of thing. You had to wait for marriage.”

“I understand,” he says. “You don’t even know how damned sexy I think you are for that.”

I lift my head up from his shoulder to look at him.

“You find it sexy?”

“I’m not like other guys, babe. I don’t care about that shit. I care about what makes you happy.”

I lean in to kiss him. They’re about the best words I’ve ever heard. And I’m hoping it’s not just one of his lines he uses, but I doubt it given what’s at stake with us both taking such a risk outside the team walls.

When he reciprocates, he pulls me closer to him by the hip, and I squeal as I press my body into his side. Slowly edge up over him to straddle his legs.

I glance at Henry snoozing away in his spot and look back at Tyler. I’m surprised at myself, but even more shocked when I scoot into him and feel his hardness pushing against me.

“Ohh.” I close my eyes from the sensation of his erection so close to me. I bite my lip to save any more noises coming out of my mouth.

“I’m a guy that finds you very sexy, baby. Can’t you tell?”

“I can tell,” I breathe, folding myself into his arms and breathing into his neck. His scent is so hot and spicy it sparks butterflies within me and spreads warmth through my entire body, leading from my core. “Ty, you smell so good.” I push against him and he lets out a low, deep moan in his throat.

“You look so good sitting on me in that jersey,” he breathes as I pull back to look at him. His heated eyes send my insides into a spin. My arms wrap around his neck as his hands rest on my hips.

I reach down to kiss him, my entire being melting under the scorch of his lips.

I grab his hands in mine and drag them up to my breasts, holding them there. “You can touch me, Ty. We can sort of keep our clothes on.”

He glances at my chest and gives both breasts a squeeze. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he mutters.

I watch him, feeling the heat and the wetness between my legs. “Ty, you really turn me on.” I’ve never spoken like this to anyone before. Not Joel, and certainly not Damon. This is a whole new experience for me.

“I love that,” he says, almost like he’s in pain, kneading my breasts as I slowly rock my hips against him. The friction feels like a sweet nectar to my senses. His erection is also hitting me in my most delicate spot.

I lean forward as he breathes into my shirt, holding both breasts to his nose. Then his thumbs rub across my hard nipples, which he can no doubt feel through the thin jersey and my bralette.

“Ty.”

He pulls gently as I rock against him. “Yeah, baby.”

“That feels good.”

“You like that?”

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