Page 94 of Secret Love

“Yeah, I couldn’t take my eyes off of this woman right here.”

Bowie grins at me. “Good to see you, Tru.”

“You too.” I smile back.

“I personally love seeing Henley all out of sorts over you.” Bowie pounds Henley on the back. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever seen make him lose his cool.”

“Shush, both of you,” Henley says to them, but his eyes never leave mine. “Let’s get out of here.”

He stalks toward me and Penn whistles. They’re still laughing as we walk away. Henley leads me toward the parking garage and when we’re in his SUV, he turns to look at me.

“Can I take you to a place near here? It’s beautiful, and I need my hands on you.”

“Please,” I whisper.

He drives about ten minutes into the foothills then turns and drives through a path lined with trees. When we get to the end, there’s a lookout point and the view is beautiful.

“Is this where you come to make out with girls, Mr. Football Player?”

He grins, leaning over and unbuckling my seat belt. “Actually, no. I’ve been up here a few times, but I’ve never brought anyone.””

“Well, I’m honored.” I giggle like a kid and then suck in a breath when he lifts me into his lap.

“You wore the perfect thing.” His fingers are deftly lifting my dress.

“I didn’t plan on doing this exactly, but it does feel providential.”

He grins. I stroke the length of him over his pants.

“There’s a condom in my pocket. Can you get it?”

I take it out of his pocket and tug his pants down, sliding the condom over him. He nudges my panties to the side and lifts me over him.

“So wet,” he whispers.

“Watching you play was perfect preparation.”

“Yeah?”

I nod, leaning my forehead onto his. “The tights are like foreplay, I swear.”

He chokes back a laugh and leans in to bite my lower lip.

I sink lower and he hisses.

“God, you are exactly what I need,” he says against my mouth. “Everything I want.” He pulls back to meet my eyes. “Do you know that I’m in love with you?”

I freeze and stare at him. “You are?” My voice trembles.

“I didn’t think I was doing a very good job at keeping it a secret.”

I run my fingers over his lips and he kisses them.

“I’m in love with you too,” I whisper.

He lets out a long breath and for a second we just sit there, holding each other, with him so deep, I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

He leans in to kiss me, and we kiss until our lips are swollen. When we start to move with each other, it’s excruciatingly good. The kind of good that is so right it’s almost painful.

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