Page 50 of Quarterback Sneak

“Good morning beautiful,” Sam said, glancing up from his laptop and flashing her a sexy grin. He was shirtless, his chest golden in the sunshine that streamed through the windows.

Temptation quickened her steps. Given her hectic schedule for the past few days, she’d hardly spent much time with him and it sucked.

“Good morning. How’s the grant going?” Sitting on the arm of the couch, she slid her arm around his neck and rested her cheek against his beard roughened one as he typed on the laptop. For all intents and purposes, he was living with her. Had their relationship moved to a different level or was it a temporary thing? Would he move home once he’d healed and signed his contract?

“I’m just finishing the email and…” he clicked on the mouse pad and a soft swoosh sounded from the speakers. “It’s sent.”

“Awesome, I’m excited and relieved. Let’s celebrate with a hot cup of coffee.” One less thing on his plate. Ivy hugged him for a second before she straightened and got to her feet. She started to move into the kitchen but he grabbed her wrist. Tilting her head, she raised her eyebrows, her pulse beginning to hum at the gleam of need shining in his eyes.

“I’d like to celebrate, but not with coffee.” He pulled her forward, that sexy scruff shading his jaw adding to his masculine appeal.

“Really? And what did you have in mind?” She rocked on her heels and allowed her weight to stretch his arm, the muscles rippling as he held her in place. The strength of his body sent a delicious throb between her legs, and it proved difficult to maintain her mock aloofness when she wanted to jump his bones.

Sam curled his arm, biceps bunching. He held her weight with ease and tugged her forward, step by slow step. “I was asleep when you got home and I didn’t get a kiss good night.”

“No, you didn’t.” Since his injury, she’d become accustomed to coming home to her apartment and being with him both in and out of the sheets. Her knees bumped the side of the ottoman, her wrist still captured in his grasp. His thumb played long the sensitive spot where her pulse rate picked up with expectation.

“And I didn’t get a kiss this morning,” he said, his deep voice edged with a provocative rasp that sent thrills of anticipation into her very core.

She rubbed her lips together, finding it increasingly difficult to resist his seduction. Every minute spent in his company was a rollercoaster of emotions, with a key thread, the growing affect he had on her heart. If she could convince her mind to trust what her gut was telling her, she’d be the happiest woman alive. “No, you didn’t.”

Throwing his laptop to the side, he lowered his left leg, pushing the ottoman away from the couch. The sensual grin deepened as he tugged her closer. “Then the way I see it, you owe me two kisses.”

“Just two?” she giggled as he pulled her on his hard thigh, the skirt of her chemise riding up.

“Let’s start with two long, deep kisses and see where we end up.” He cupped the nape of her neck and skimmed his lips along her throat.

She settled into his lap and falling ever deeper into his irresistible web.

His leg jerked and he winced. Heart in her throat, she scrambled off his lap. “I hurt you.”

He grabbed her wrist once more, stopping her retreat. Heated eyes met hers, pleading and need deep in their depths. “No, you’re not.”

She frowned, torn between desire and guilt. She knew his injury wasn’t her fault, but she blamed herself a tiny bit. Ridiculous but sometimes you couldn’t help the way you feel, no matter how irrational. “Yes, I am, I—

“It’s a muscle spasm, it’s already passed. There are other parts of me that take precedence right now and you owe me two kisses.”

“Then we have to rethink our strategy.” Ivy placed her knee on the couch and straddled his hips. She wasn’t about to give up. To be here with him was magic and she never wanted the fantasy to end.

Lowering her head, she kissed him, exploring the softness of his lips. She grinded her hips against his cock. Large hands splayed her sides, palms massaging her breasts. She was happy and felt alive whenever she was with him.

An alarm on his watch beeped. She pulled back, murmuring against his lips. “What’s that for? Your meds?”

“I have physical therapy.” He turned off the alarm before he ran his hand under her chemise, thumb gliding along her inner thigh.

“You have to go now?” She complained, tugging at the strings of his board shorts. The timing couldn’t suck more. Boy, she was turning into a sex-depraved slut. But what red-blooded woman would blame her for wanting to have sex with this gorgeous, hard bodied—and well-endowed—man.

“Not for another half an hour.”

She slipped her fingers under the waistband, freeing his cock for her eager exploration. He swelled in her hand as she massaged the broad head. She flashed him a sexy grin, her confidence level rising with each deep inhalation of breath he took. He began to play his thumb over her clit and she inhaled. “Is that the truth or are you trying to con me?” she asked, burning with the need to feel him inside her, bringing her to the brink of fulfillment and beyond.

“Would you like me to stop or would you prefer I be a few minutes late?”

“Most definitely late.” She rose to her knees, her insides weeping at the sweet stretch of his cock breaching her sheath.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” He cupped her butt, supporting her bottom as she lowered herself onto him.

“Are you saying you can read my mind?” she asked, fighting the sentimentality that threatened to bring tears to her eyes. Silly and unwelcomed when all she wanted was to enjoy the moment. Although time was short, she wasn’t about to rush the exquisite sensation of deep penetration.

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