Page 18 of Heart of Gold
She waves me off, “Whatever, you know what I meant. What exactly does this mysterious safety position do?”
I chuckle, “I make sure the receiver is covered. I protect the pass game. When a ball is thrown down the field, it’s my job to make sure that the guy doesn’t catch it.”
“Oh,” she nods, pretending like she gets it, even though I can still see the gears turning in her head.
“Do you know anything about football?” I ask.
“Um, I know the quarterback gets the ball first and you try to get it to the endzone for a touchdown.”
Smiling, I nod. “That’s right.”
The way she grins from ear to ear, like she’s a kid that just won the biggest prize, makes my stomach flip.
“See, I know football.”
Part of me wants to pull her into my arms and explain the entire game to her, but the other part of me wouldn’t dare knock her off this high she’s on.
“So, besides hiding in your room 24-7 with black out curtains and enough food for a natural disaster, is there anything else you like to do?”
“I don’t know,” I chuckle. “I’m not sure I know myself outside of football.”
She shakes her head, “Well, someone needs to fix that.”
“Someone like you?” I smile.
Her cheeks are red, and I can’t help but look into her eyes as they sparkle. She stares at me a beat longer before those eyes fall to my lips.
“Kiss me,” she demands breathlessly.
I hesitate, knowing that the second I take her lips against mine I won’t be able to stop. Right now, though, I feel… wanted, really wanted. Not just because I’m captain of the football team, or because my brother is Levi Richardson. This is different.
She seems to realize how conflicted I am right now, because she backs away.
“I’m sorry, I just thought that you wanted…” She whispers.
I shake my head, “No, Daisy. God, it’s not that I don’t want to.”
Quickly, I grab her nape, my thumbs brushing gently along her jawline, taking her lips against mine.
Her head angles and I gently swipe my tongue against hers. She wastes no time crawling into my lap, her lips never leaving mine. Instead, they only become more possessive. I swallow her whimper as my dick grows thick against her center.
“This fucking shirt,” I whisper, yanking it over her head, the thought of it belonging to another guy infuriating me.
The way her eyes sparkle up at me, as if she’s sorry it wasn’t my shirt, is adorable. I try my best to memorize the way she looks right now, because as much as my heart is trying to trick me into it, I know that it won’t last. This moment will flee just as quickly as it came and I’ll be left with the only thing that is constant. Football.
But right now? Right now, I want to hold on to this feeling.
She brings her lips closer to mine, and I devour her. The softness of her hair is intertwined between my fingers as I pull her against me.
The kiss deepens but she pulls away and exhales, her eyes still closed.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, and her eyes open to mine.
“I’m sober.”
I tilt my brows inward, “You need to be drunk to kiss me?”
“No,” She laughs. “You didn’t want to have sex last night because I was drunk. Now I’m undrunk.”
