Page 126 of The Problem with Players

I wanted more.

“Again?” he asked.

I sighed, hearing the water turn on from Cameron’s shower. A sign that perhaps we were in the clear. “Again.”

He kissed me again, this time a little longer. He didn’t pull his lips away from mine this go-round. “Again?” he murmured as he pressed his body against mine more.

My hips arched toward him, feeling his good morning greeting sweeping against my leg. “Yes,” I sighed. “Again.”

This time, he parted my mouth with his tongue and kissed me deep and hard. His hands fell to my lower back, and he pressed his body against mine. I placed my coffee cup down, then wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He lifted one of my legs and wrapped it around his waist before he smacked my behind, making me giggle against his mouth.

“Uh, Coach?”

Within seconds, Nathan dropped his hold on me, I shoved him away, and I turned my back toward Cameron, who was standing there in the kitchen archway, staring at us. I wiped my hand over my mouth as humiliation settled in.

Nathan cleared his throat. “Hey, yeah. What’s up? I thought you were showering.”

“I was about to hop in, but you’re out of body wash. I figured I’d ask,” Cameron explained. He pointed two fingers toward Nathan and me, a big grin on his face. “I knew you two were into each other!”

“We’re not!” I called out, still not turning to face him. “That was just, uh, I had something stuck in my teeth.”

“And Coach P was sucking it out?” Cameron sarcastically asked.

Nathan snickered, and I swatted his arm. “Don’t laugh!”

“You don’t have to explain it to me, Coach K,” Cameron said. “I already know about the birds and the bees. I think it’s good for you both. The team plays better when the two of you get along. Now that I know you both are banging, we’ll probably win the whole series,” Cameron joked.

“Hey! That’s enough. Body wash is under the bathroom sink. Get going,” Nathan ordered.

“Okay, thanks, Coach P. Oh, one more question. Is your niece Priya single?” he asked.

I giggled with my back still turned.

“Get out of here, Cameron!” Nathan shouted, hurrying Cameron off.

The moment he was gone, I turned around and raised both eyebrows and tossed my hands up in defeat. “That’s bad.”

“The fact that he’s asking about Pri? Yeah. That’s awful.”

“No.” I shook my head. “The fact that he saw us together like that.”

Nathan smirked as if he were unfazed by the fact that Cameron walked in on us tonguing the heck out of one another. “It’s fine. He’s not going to tell anyone.”

“Are you joking? He’s probably texting the whole team about how, quote, ‘Coach K and Coach P are banging’ unquote.”

“The fact that you said quote and unquote is adorable.”

I shoved his arm. “It’s not funny.”

“No, it’s not. But you’re sexy when you’re nervous. Your little nostrils flare and steam comes out of your ears.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

He narrowed his brows and smirked. “Is that in reference to what I did to your ass the other night, because?—”

I swatted his arm as a small chuckle fell from me. “Shut up! Gosh. I can’t stand you. At least you’ll be cooking me brunch today.”

“Don’t hold your breath. I got this in the bag.”

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