Page 11 of Personal Foul

A surging tide of desire took over and she gripped his shirt as she sank into his heat, clinging to him as the only solid thing in a swirling world. Wild tremors rippled across her skin as his tongue slid into her mouth, tangling with hers, and a moan vibrated between them. She had no idea if it was from him or her. She’d never had a kiss like his, potent and all-consuming. Her heart raced so hard, she thought it would burst out of her chest. When they finally parted to gulp in some air, he traced her swollen lips with his thumb.

“Damn,” he whispered.

“Damn good or bad?”

He gave a soft chuckle. “Definitely good. So, so good.”

Bending his head again, he captured her lips for another soul-searing kiss. One of his hands reached behind her to grab an ass cheek to pull her in closer. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her, igniting an inferno inside. How could one man, with one kiss, make her panties wet? With a low groan, he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.

“I have to get out of here before I beg you to let me fuck you,” he muttered.

“Would that be a bad thing?”

“Oh, baby. Don’t tempt me. I want to do this right.”

“What does that mean?”

He pulled back to cup her face. “I want to do this properly. I don’t want to be that man in those videos anymore. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

That melted her heart.

“Okay,” she murmured. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.”

He kissed her once more on her head before reaching down to hold her hand. She caught him adjusting himself in his jeans out of the corner of her eye and smirked. At her door, he kissed the back of her hand, and then waited until she was safely inside.

Her racing heart tripped over her amazement that she’d had such a hot and heavy make out session with Kaiden. That he found her attractive. It was an awesome boost to her confidence, and she couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

Chapter Five

Saturday morning, Kaiden texted her that he was downstairs. Thoughts of the night before drifted through his mind. Truthfully, the date last night went a thousand times better than he expected. She didn’t seem to care about him playing football, had a brain in her head, and her compassion blew him away.

A moment later, she came sprinting down the stairs of her apartment complex wearing a sundress and a straw hat. Her long hair was braided down her back and there wasn’t a bit of makeup on her face. She exuded innocence and wholesomeness, while being sensual at the same time. He might have pursued her as a means to an end, but he had no trouble whatsoever treating her like she was a real girlfriend.

She directed him to Carroll and South Eighth Street, where he was lucky enough to immediately find a parking spot. He put on a baseball cap and donned sunglasses before walking over to her side and helping her out of his SUV. Then he entwined their fingers, holding her hand while they explored rows and rows of products and goods for sale. Stalls of flowers, fruit and vegetables, arts and crafts, and sports swag were lined up in rows. Romilly took her time, picking out produce to buy, and chatting with the vendors. Clearly, she was a regular here. At one stand, he found his jersey and held it up for her to see, but the blank expression in her eyes told him she had no clue whose number she stared at.

He leaned down and whispered. “It’s my number.”

“Oh!” she said, smiling. “That’s really cool.”

Even though he was fairly certain the jersey wasn’t officially licensed, he bought it for her. She thanked him, her smile genuine and warm.

In the center of the farmers market were several bakeries.She stopped into one and bought two square slices of soft dense cake, golden in color and dusted with powdered sugar. He took a bite and it melted in his mouth.

“This is amazing,” he said around a mouthful of cake.

“Ooey-gooey butter cake. Best thing in the world.”

The sunlight filtered behind her, illuminating her smooth skin and golden-brown hair. He let out a whoosh of air, unable to take his gaze off her. Perhaps this fake girlfriend ploy wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Sure, in the past there’d been a girl or two that called him their boyfriend, but personal relationships never truly factored into his life because he was too focused on his career. Having Romilly next to him felt nice. If felt right.

Several times he thought he saw someone following them, and any other time he’d resent the intrusion. In this instance, however, he needed the media attention showcasing a different side of him. That his anger issues were nonexistent and he was ready to play football. Trying to be as subtle as possible, he guided Romilly to a place that allowed him to look around. Sure enough, a man followed with a camera around his neck. Unexpected guilt filled him. Being with him would upheave Romilly’s life. She deserved to be able to make an informed decision if she wanted to date him or not. Even if that screwed up his plan.

“Don’t look now, but we’re being followed by paparazzi.”

“Really? Why?”

He loved that she was clueless. “Because I’m newsworthy right now. I’m sorry I’m dragging you into my mess…”

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