Page 59 of Touchdowns and Temptations

It has been a month since we were in Nashville. In that time, we have grown closer and closer. Hardly a day goes by without us being in touch. Even though I have to travel through the States once a week, we usually see each other the next day or the same evening. Cara is still reluctant to use the word relationship, but I think we have one.

She's always at my house, so my brother is already joking about whether it's still our apartment or Cara's and mine. I have feelings for her. Real feelings that go way beyond the initial crush and sexual interest. It's starting to bother me that I can't tell her and show her this openly. But I'm afraid that if I do, she'll end things between us. Cara is fighting her own demons on this subject, and I don't know how to overcome them. I know she feels comfortable with me. But as soon as I try to encourage her to have a serious relationship, she stops me and runs away. Maybe I'm imagining too much about our time together.

But it's just not true that her heart doesn't get just as out of sync when we kiss, or that her skin doesn't tingle just as treacherously and get covered in goosebumps when we're close. I mean, can you fake goosebumps? Orgasms, yes, but goose bumps?

I shake my head. I shouldn't be so paranoid. These thoughts are absurd.

But Cara doesn't want a relationship with a football player because she doesn't want to live her mother’s life. Even if she has feelings for me, she won't show them openly.

“Come back to bed,” I ask, looking at the clock on the television. “It's only half past six.”

“I have to go to work,” she replies with a grin, pulling up her panties. “And get something to wear first.”

“What about that dress from yesterday?” I ask as she grabs her bra. “Can't you put it back on and we'll sleep for another hour? At least.”

“No,” she says, “I have a series of important meetings today. I can't show up in yesterday's dress.”

I groan in annoyance and pull myself out of bed. Cara looks at me with a grin and I know exactly what she's thinking but not saying for many reasons.

“I'm going to take a shower,” I decide.

“See,” she says, grabbing her dress. “You have to work too.”

“See you tonight?” I ask, slipping into my boxers.

The NFL Sports Awards are tonight. I am nominated - for Quarterback of the Year - and I want Cara to go with me.

“Noah,” she groans, “how many times do I have to tell you?”

We've been having this discussion for over a week and can't find a common denominator. Cara refuses to go with me, even though she will be there. I even offered to do it officially as my agent, but she wanted it even less. If she had her way, it would be best if we weren't seen in public at all. Not that I mind that she prefers to spend our time together having sex, but I - damn it, I want more. I don't want to be the guy she spreads her gorgeous legs for. Well... not just because that feels damn perfect every time.

I want to be all that and more for her, just like she is for me. I want her to introduce me to her parents and finally admit that we're in a relationship.

“How many times are you going to tell me you're not coming?” I reply, annoyed. “What's your problem?”

“What's that supposed to look like?” Cara shakes her head and closes her dress.

“Damn it!” I walk up to her and push her hands away. She wants to walk away and resist my help, but I won't let her.

“Hold still!” I growl. “Why won't you come with me?”

“I can't,” she sighs and I do the same. I kiss her neck gently. “I really can't and besides, you can go with Alex.”

“I don't want to go with Alex,” I reply. “Please, baby.”

I push her hair aside and kiss her neck more intensely. I suck on her sensitive skin with my lips, hoping to give her a hickey. Cara sighs softly and I grin to myself. I've already won so far. I gallantly turn her around and push her in front of me.

“Hands on the bed,” I tell her.

“Noah!” she calls, half giggling, half warning, rubbing her sweet ass against my crotch. “I have to work.”

“Come on,” I whisper, continuing to kiss her neck as my hands find their way under her dress to her panties. I pull them down with ease. I caress her wet pussy greedily.

Cara moans as I push two fingers inside her and place my thumb on her pulsating clit.

“Bend over,” I whisper and this time she complies. I quickly pull my penis out of my boxers and pull her dress over her butt. She stretches it out towards me, and I don't miss the opportunity to give her a good smack on her beautiful ass.

“Noah!” she gasps, wiggling her hips back and forth.

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