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“Does the big, strong football player want me to kiss it better?” My own mask slides off. Hmm. They shouldn’t do that.

“Yes,” Ty says, and my gaze skips from the masks oozing on the floor to his aloe-covered face.

“I already told you, this isn’t that kind of a spa,” I say primly. My heart’s beating faster though, skipping in my chest.

Grunting, he sits up slowly, clutching his own chest.

“Are you hurt?” I narrow my eyes at him.

“Only if it means you’re going to kiss it better.”

I narrow my eyes at him.

“I’m fine,” he finally says. “A little stiff. One of the guys got a little overenthusiastic in practice.”

“Oh, shit,” I say, worry for him finally killing my near-manic laughter. “I’m so sorry. Do you want ice?”

“No, I’m just sore.” He touches his face, and his fingers come away slightly slimy. “Is it supposed to do that?”

“Here,” I say. Scooching closer, I try to roll the jade over his face. “This will help press it in.”

He’s too tall though, and I can’t quite reach his face comfortably from where I ended up next to him, so I crawl back in his lap, focused and intent on rolling this dang gel into his skin.

“Your beard is making this hard,” I say, and when I glance away from his jaw, I notice he’s staring intensely at me. I grin at him. “What?”

“That’s not the only thing that’s hard,” he rasps.

My eyes go wide, and I blink at him. Heat winds through me, and I swallow. The jade roller falls from my hand to the floor, where the cheap thing promptly detaches from the handle and rolls under my bed.

I sigh. “The old-fashioned way, then.” I rub my fingers over the bridge of his nose, his cheeks and forehead, massaging his skin with tiny circles. His eyes close, and I take the opportunity to simply soak in his masculine beauty.

“Done,” I finally whisper.

“My turn,” he says.

When he opens his eyes, our gazes lock. I can’t help myself. I sit up on my knees.

He’s barely breathing as I run my fingertips over his face, down his neck. His shoulders are hugely muscled, and he holds still as I explore them, loving the feel of them.

“Is this part of girls’ night?” he says on a hoarse whisper.

“Definitely not.”

Then I kiss the hell out of him.

CHAPTER 29

TYLER

Savannah tastes like sugar and lime and everything nice, and I want her so damn bad it hurts. Her lithe body wraps around mine, her hands gently massaging my shoulders, my arms as she brushes gentle kiss after gentle kiss on my mouth.

I don’t want to scare her off, I don’t want to move too fast… but fuck, I want to grab her and kiss her the way she deserves to be kissed. Like nothing else matters, like the world is ending and the only thing that will save me is her.

I don’t. I let her set the pace, thankful she’s in my arms again at all, this stubborn, sassy woman who’s managed to completely embed herself in my heart.

Her tongue flicks against my lower lip, and I groan as she presses her body firmly into mine.

“Savannah,” I say, finally bringing my arms around her body. She doesn’t feel real, she’s too good to be, and I half-wonder if I’ll wake up in my bed. Alone.

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