Page 26 of Falling for the Quarterback
The moment we’ve both gotten into the cool air and the door’s closed, his hands are on me, tugging me to him. His palms move to my face, cupping my jaw, only to shift to the back of my head. He threads his fingers into my hair, holding my head in his wide palms. He leans in, carefully brushing his nose against the tip of my nose, before pressing his mouth to mine.
Holy shit. He’s intense. And addictive.
His lips slant over mine, his tongue diving inside, and I’m suddenly dizzy. My mind’s all mixed up from his taste and warmth. My stomach fills with a new round of butterflies, the flutters swarming around and around as he continues to kiss me.
He’s here.
He’s touching me.
And kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before.
He must’ve thought about things like I asked him to, and now he’s reassuring me he’s still all in on us. I pull away, panting, my palms flat against his muscular chest. He feels good, smells good, and tastes good, to the point I know I’m hooked.
“You came back,” I manage to whisper, my eyes pinned on his. He’s sorta beautiful, and knowing the type of man he is on the inside also only makes him more attractive in my opinion. I’m in the era where if you’re not a good human, then I don’t want you in my space, and JJ is steadily ticking all my boxes as we come to them.
He nods, gently resting his forehead to mine. “I want to keep coming back, too, if you’ll let me.”
“I didn’t scare you off after all?”
He shakes his head, fingers still stroking me affectionately. “No way. The opposite, I can’t stop thinking of you, Kinsley. You’re all I want.”
“Same,” I admit, stepping away a moment later so he can give my pups the pets they’re not so patiently waiting for. He loves on both, telling them he has someone for them to meet too.A new friend.And I swear I catch him whisperingor a new siblingafterwards, but I can’t be certain. Regardless, I don’t call him on it because I like the thought of my pups having another dog sibling in their future. “So what’s the verdict? Are we doing this?”
“Without a doubt,” He murmurs seriously, quick enough to make me not second-guess him for even a moment. Then, his lips are back on mine, and I’m wrapped up in his strong hold, making me feel safe and cared for. He whispers, “I’m all in with you, Kinsley. I promise to be careful with your heart and never hurt you like those in the past have.”
The organ in my chest squeezes with warmth and satisfaction from his words, and everything in me wants to believe him. There are doubts, of course, given my past experience with men. However, I like him too much to push him away and close myself off again.
I gently tug at the hem of his shirt, silently inviting him to follow me. He complies without hesitation, quick to thread his fingers with mine. I’m not a touchy-feely kind of girl, yet I like how he’s always reaching for me, making me feel like he can’t stand to be apart.
Leading him back to my bedroom in the cozy confines of my RV, my heart quickens with anticipation. It’s been a long time, and I’ve been fantasizing about him from the moment I saw him standing in the store. His big frame over me, warm and rough. Or me on top of his lap, holding on to his shoulders as I rocked back and forth.
Yes,please.
The air is thick with desire once we stop next to my bed, and I find myself seeing it through new eyes, wondering what JJ thinks of it. My thoughts are broken up as his finger turns my chin until I’m gazing into his eyes once more. Our hands grab for each other’s clothes simultaneously, fumbling with the fabric holding us back.
A silent agreement seems to pass between us; it’s filled with acceptance and excitement. He’s just as eager as I am as his fingers stumble, trying to touch me everywhere all at once. I want his big hands on me, gliding across my skin so I can feel those calluses on his palms again. Reminding me, he’s not just a sexy man but a gorgeous football player, and he wants me.
As we undress each other, the warmth of his skin against mine sends the best sort of shivers down my spine. His touch is addicting, spurring newfound desire within me that I thought had long been abandoned. In this moment, there is only him and me. The rest of the world simply fades away into obscurity, as we succumb to the undeniable pull between us. I feel safe, accepted, and cherished. More so than I ever have in my past, and I know deep down this is what I want with him.
The soft glow of the sun shining around the curtains and blinds illuminates the room, casting shadows that dance across his impressive body. His face reminds me of a prominent statue, but I know his beauty extends beyond his flesh into so much more. My fingertips eagerly trace the lines of his strong jaw, his lips, then move to his broad shoulders. I’m learning every inch of him, committing this moment to memory so I can look back on it whenever I need to remember the moment I gave my heart away to another, because that’s exactly what this is.
His sweet, minty breath against my skin is an aphrodisiac in its own as he leans in, gently kissing me all over. Each touch of his perfectly lush lips sends a wave of building need through my body. And after each spot he eagerly caresses, I arch toward him instinctively, wanting him to touch me there again. This sensation of wanting to betouched is different than before; other times, it’d felt as if it was expected of me. Not because I wanted it, like I do now.
His hands move to my back, eagerly finding the clasp to open my bra. I allow it to fall to the floor with my shirt as he explores the bareness. He glides his fingertips over every curve and dip with a reverence that leaves me breathless, as if it’s his sole life purpose to worship me.
His mouth lands on my neck, his lips trailing a path of warmth down to my collarbone. I moan with the exquisite sensation. There’s an undeniable line of tenderness and hunger fighting to tip the balance and win. My hands reach for his soft locks, always wanting to play and wind the silky strands between my digits.
My hold on him grows impatient. I pull, urging him closer, still not close enough even though we’re nearly on top of each other, thrust against each other. I can’t help but lose myself in the undeniable chemistry our bodies effortlessly weave together, as if I was meant to be here all along and everything in the world is suddenly right.
He pushes my cotton shorts down, leaving me in only a pair of black panties with a bit of lace trim around the top. They’re not anywhere near as sexy as I wish they were for a moment like this, but something inside tells me he doesn’t care about frivolous things like clothing, only what’s underneath. Not that I can blame him, as I feel the same way now that I’ve caught a glimpse of the impressive dips and planes of his muscular body.
I want to explore, and he has the type of muscles I could get lost in for days. First, my hands, then my lips, and finally, I want to take him for the ride of a lifetime as I finally mount his glorious cock. How do I know it’s glorious? A man like this, well, he’s got to be blessed in other places too.
I’m not one to shy away from seeing more of him; it’s the opposite, in fact. I want every magnificent inch of JJon display for my eyes to feast on. I reach for the button on his shorts, flicking it open and lowering the zipper.
Chapter Twelve
Kinsley
