Page 75 of The Check Down

“Ithought you didn’t wear jerseys.”

Wearing a shy smile, she gathers her hair at her nape and pulls it over her shoulder; the thick locks cover the top loop of the eight. The move draws my attention to the delicate skin above the vee of the jersey. Soaking her in, I let my focus wander farther south to the smooth thighs that peek out from the hem of the material, then down the length of her shapely alabaster legs to the tips of her toes—painted Memphis blue.

“Yours is the exception.”

The bag of Chinese lands with a plop next to my feet.

I’ve scored sixty-two touchdowns in my career. I’ve been selected for the Pro Bowl seven times. I’ve won two Super Bowls.

But I’ve never felt like more of a champion than I do at this moment, seeing this woman wearing my number.

I can’t tear my gaze from her as all the blood in my body rushes south.

She twines her fingers in the bottom edge of the jersey, unintentionally making it rise enough to show me more of her luscious thigh. But it’s not enough to satisfy my curiosity about what’s underneath. Is she wearing panties? Or is she totally bare?

I’d crawl to her to find out.

“Turn for me.”

Her lips part at the gravel in my voice, but after only a heartbeat of hesitation, she obeys my command. She pivots, and when the five letters of my name, bold and bright against the dark blue of the jersey, come into view, I force a rough swallow. And when she peeks at me over her shoulder?

My restraint oozes out like a slow leak. I prowl toward her, every step ratcheting my desire higher.

“You know…” I say.

Humming, she spins to face me again.

“Seeing you in this is making me feel some kinda way.”

Her throat works on a swallow. “Some kinda way, huh?”

I nod.

Amusement lights her eyes, but when my hand settles on the curve of her hip, the expression deepens to hunger.

With one swift tug, I’ve got every inch of her softness pressed against every inch of my hardness. “Makes me want to do naughty things with you, professor.”

“I like naughty things.” Popping up on her tiptoes, she presses her nose into my neck and inhales. When her tongue licks a path up to my ear, my knees nearly buckle. The heat of her breath sends a thrill down my spine as it accentuates every word when she says, “All the naughty things.”

“Fuck.” There’s no stopping me when I plunder her mouth, my tongue dueling with hers. Her throaty moans drive my lust sky-high. My cock is a fucking powder keg in my jeans.

She kneads at the back of my neck, then my traps. Then those hands start a slow descent down my shoulders, to my pecs, and land on the buttons of my shirt. Our mouths never part as she undoes each one. When she’s worked the last button through its hole, she pushes the fabric off my shoulders and down my arms.

When I’ve shaken it loose from my wrists, I break our kiss long enough to reach behind my neck and strip off my undershirt. Asher fingers coast over my pecs and abs, her reverent touch leaves a trail of sparks all over my torso.

Our lips continue their sensual dance, and when I cup one of her breasts, discovering that only a silky jersey separates me from her perfect tits, I growl. Curious about what awaits my touch down below, I pull back. I want to watch her face as I slip my hand beneath the shirt to cup herthere. Her eyes close when my fingertips brush the lace and silk of her panties.

I keep a possessive hold on her mound and tell her, “You got the puzzle wrong.”

Her eyes are hazy as she glances into the kitchen, but they clear slightly when she gives me her full attention. “But my nameisfive letters. And it fits the clue.”

Smirking, I stroke the damp material between her legs, her little gasp encouraging me to apply more pressure. “The correct answer starts withp.”

She clings to my biceps as I continue to tease her over her panties.

“I need to taste you here.” I pull my hand away from her enticing heat and slide it up under the jersey until the weight of her tit fills my hand and a groan slips from my lips. “And here.”

“Holy hell.” She whispers the words against my lips, then takes my mouth in a searing kiss.

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