Page 125 of How to Score Off Field

We may not have all the answers, and the road ahead might be bumpy, but thank god we're navigating it side by side.

Drew's phone buzzes, and he glances down at it before looking back at me with a small grin. "It's Drake’s agent. Looks like he's on it already."

I watch as he taps out a reply.

I chuckle, relief washing over me. "See? Teamwork."

He reaches across the table to fist bump me.

I stare at his fist.

Shove it back in his direction. “Um, this makes me feel friend zoned.”

He lets out a bellowing laugh as he rises from his side of the counter, walking around to my side and planting a wet kiss on my cheek.

“I think it’s safe to say you’re out of the friend zone.”

Our lips meet and it feels as if it’s been an age since he’s kissed me on the mouth—not since we had sex the morning he left for Illinois, the weekend of the bachelor party.

It’s tentative at first; he’s gauging to see if I even want to kiss him and I do, turning in my seat, spreading my legs so he can stand between them, my hands sliding around the back of his neck.

His lips brush against mine in a gentle, featherlight touch.

It's a soft, exploratory kiss, a hint of something more to come. I respond in kind, my lips parting slightly as if inviting him closer. And as he accepts the invitation, deepening the kiss with a slow, deliberate movement…

…a shiver runs down my spine as Drew's tongue brushes against my lips.

Without hesitation, I open my mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss even further. Our tongues dance in a sensual tango, a passionate rhythm that ignites a fire within me.

I can feel his hands on my waist, his touch both tender and firm as he pulls me closer. Can feel him between my legs as his desire goes from sweet kiss to semi-erection that may or may not be pressing into my parted legs.

Delicious.

A rush of heat grows between my thighs.

My fingers slide around the back of Drew's neck, tangling in the soft strands of his hair. I pull him closer, the urgency of our kiss intensifying. His hands move from my waist to my lower back, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.

Every sensation is magnified, every touch sending waves of pleasure cascading through my body.

Lord.

These pregnancy hormones are making me horny as hell.

Drew's lips leave mine, trailing a line of heated kisses along my jawline, down my neck. I tilt my head back, giving him better access. A soft moan escapes my lips as his teeth graze the sensitive skin of my neck.

The combination of his kisses and the subtle nip of his teeth sends a delicious ache

Straight.

To.

My.

Vagina.

Yeah, I said it.

His hands move higher, his fingers tangling in my hair as he captures my lips once more, and my boobs are heavy, wanting to be touched.

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