Page 103 of The Surprise Play
Every time I went to pull away, my body cried out in protest, so I stayed put, held her a little tighter, enjoyed the feel of her sexy tits squished against my chest.
Oh fuck, I want to see those beauties. I want to hold them. Kiss them. Claim them as my own.
But I can’t go doing that shit just yet.
She’s not ready.
The selfish part of me hopes she comes around fast, but I will not be pressuring her.
I’ve never made a girl feel like she has to give in and sleep with me. At least I hope I never have. Usually, it’s them jumping all over me. And Satch was into those kisses, I could tell. But if I’d taken it further, how would she have reacted? It’s got to be different with her because she’s special.
Shit, I didn’t even see it at first.
But all those hours we spent together working on that assignment and studying… she must have just been chipping away at me, burrowing deep until I’m the guy who wants to take her out for picnics and dance with her in the snow.
My lips twitch. It was like a rom-com last night, and I loved every second of it.
“Heads up!” I hear a shout just before I get hit in thearm by a flying football. “Shit, Wily! Where are you today?”
“Sorry!” I raise my arm in apology to Grady and collect the ball off the field.
He shakes his head at me and jogs over. “Are you good, man?”
“Yeah, just… distracted.”
His eyebrows wrinkle. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head.
Just thinking about a girl.
Like I can admit that to him. A month or so ago, probably. He was still living in Loved-Up Land then. But I can’t go talking about the immense crush I have on my tutor. I don’t want to make him feel bad.
Squeezing his shoulder, I give him another silent apology before throwing the football up. “I’m good, Flash. I swear.”
He gives me a skeptical frown, catching the ball and flicking it between his hands. “Scouting Combine’s gonna be here before you know it.”
The look in his dark brown eyes is hard to read, but I can’t help wondering if he’s really not looking forward to it. Not because he doesn’t want us to do great, but because he’s gonna miss his friends next year.
He and Zander are tight, and Grady’s still got one more year before he graduates.
Football Frat is gonna be so different, and I bet Grady’s worried about who’ll be coming in to replace Zander, Tyrell, and me.
He looks away and mutters, “Just want to make sure you’re focused and prepared.”
“I will be.” I nod, slapping his back before he takes offfor his area of the field. I have no idea why he even threw the ball at me in the first place.
Probably because he could see you weren’t focused.
Shit, that’s so Grady. He’s always keeping an eye out for us, doing little things to get us back on track.
I watch him run to Carson and have a quick chat before breaking into their next exercise.
“Let’s go!” The offensive coach blows his whistle, and I spin back toward Tyrell and the other linemen, catching up with the drill they’re doing.
Crouching down, I let out a soft hiss, my knee catching for a second before I shake it out and reset.
I’ve got to get my head back into this thing and stop thinking about a curvy brunette who felt so fucking good in my arms.
