Page 6 of Scoring with the Coach's Daughter

He nods, crossing his arms over his chest. “You think about that knee and a change of scenery to rehab? It’s not something you can ignore forever.”

I shift uncomfortably. “I’m figuring it out.”

“Well, I’ve got a friend—a good doctor down in South Carolina. He’s a specialist in sports medicine and he runs a clinic near the coast.”

“South Carolina?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

He smirks, catching the hint of hesitation in my voice. “Yeah. Rock Point. Dr. Noah Reid. He’s a good guy. He also specializes in football injuries, particularly torn meniscus. You should check him out.”

“Thanks, I’ll look him up.”

Is Coach setting me up with his daughter?

“Couldn’t hurt. Maybe a change of scenery will help. You might like living in a small town. Maybe it will clear your head.” He cracks a smile. Is that a dare? He’s aware of the fact that I rarely visit my small hometown.

I climb into the truck. “Happy Birthday, Coach.”

“Thanks, Jake,” he fires back. “Drive safely.”

As I turn the ignition and the engine rumbles to life, I glance back at the house. For just a second, I think I see a shadow in the front window—someone watching. I think of how pretty Sam is.

She’s a woman with a kid. A cute kid, too. I don’t know her very well but I know that her sister would be proud of how she’s raising her daughter. I watched how they interacted throughout the day and it’s clear that they are happy and love each other.

I’ve heard through the grapevine that Sams owns a B&B in South Carolina. Travis told me it’s called the Dragonfly Inn. It’s a cute name and I’m sure I can find it online.

The kiss we shared was earth-shattering. I would have attempted second base if we weren’t standing in her father’shouse. My mind begins to ponder the possibility of heading south. I have nothing but time on my hands as I complete my rehab.

Sam and I have never had an in-depth conversation where it led to numbers being exchanged. I make a mental note to look up the doctor Coach recommended. It wouldn’t hurt to see Sam again. It’s been years since I had such a strong attraction to a woman and I’m not one to be scared off by the fact her father is my coach.

I throw the truck in reverse, glance at Coach one last time, and hit the road that will take me back to my plush penthouse. As I drive down the road, one thing is clear to me—I’m smitten with Sam. She’s an enigma wrapped in a riddle and I love a challenge. I get a hard-on just thinking about her in her cute summer dress that showed off her sun-kissed skin, generous cleavage, and long sexy legs that never end.

3

SAMANTHA

Desire puddlesbetween my thighs and my lips are still tingling long after Jake leaves.

That’s it?

He rocked my world with a kiss and left me. The nerve of him! And shame on him for leaving me hanging.

Have I lost my touch?

This is ridiculous. I am mad—furious, even. Jake Rivers had no business kissing me, especially not in my parent’s house, where anyone could’ve seen. But here I am, sitting on the guest bed with my fingers pressed to my mouth like a love-struck teenager. I felt alive in his arms.

I close my eyes, and as much as I try to push the memory away, it rushes back to me—still fresh in my mind. The way he looked at me—like he was seeing straight through every wall I’ve built around my heart. And the way his strong, warm hands cupped my face? Well, it was panty melting, to say the least. And his lips on mine for a perfect kiss...

God, and that kiss? Life altering! His lips were like a fresh apple pie, warm, sweet, and just like sweet things, he left me yearning for more! But damn, his presence has a way of fillinga room. His Easter egg blue eyes haunt me. The fact that he’s extremely muscular is icing on the cake. I must have made a fool of myself, clinging to his chest like that. I bet all the women he kisses do that and more!

I noticed him at the party and how he spoke to Ellie when most of the players were too nervous tiptoeing around the unfortunate events that led to me becoming her mother. It’s either that, or they weren’t comfortable around small kids. It could be the fact I’m the Coach’s daughter, that taboo title that has followed me my entire life!

I let out a frustrated groan before flopping back against the bed. Jake Rivers is nothing but trouble. He’s a football player, a charmer, and exactly the kind of man I’ve spent years avoiding. Not to mention the unspoken rule that’s hung over my head since I was a kid—the Coach’s daughter is off-limits.

But secretly, I’m hoping he’ll cross the line.

Because in my twenty-five years on this planet, nobody has ever crossed that line. Nobody has even attempted it. And Jake? Well, he’s been coached by my dad long enough to know better. But he has a rugged edge to him and he just might be the one to step up to the line of scrimmage to have a shot at me.

The kiss was a declaration of what? Is he being a tease because he knew nothing would happen at my parent’s house tonight? Was it a risk that provided a safety net for him? Now, I’m afraid I might not hear from him. Because all I want is well—more.

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