All my thoughts and objections fall to the wayside when he lifts me into the air. I wrap my legs around him, and then we’re on the move. I hear his truck door open before he sets me on his seat. He never breaks the kiss. His hands start to explore, shift, and move as he easily navigates my body. An unintended moan slips from me before I can stop it, and then he freezes in front of me.
My eyes flutter open to see his pale green eyes staring fiercely into me. “No means no, baby. If you want this, it’s yours. If you say no, I stop.”
I grab a handful of his shirt, and pull him back to me, but he stops just short of my mouth. “The first time I sleep with you won’t be in my truck. Your place or mine?”
“The only time,” I amend. “The hunting cabin will do just fine.”
I slide out of his truck and then between him and the door and head for my Jeep.
“What?” he asks with the biggest smirk on his face. “I don’t get a goodbye kiss?”
I roll my eyes but don’t stop the stupid smile it elicits. “One night, QB.”
When we reach the hunting cabin, we’re all over each other before we can get to the door. I blindly unlock it, and then we burst through and start yanking at each other’s clothes. With one foot and the keys still in the front door, he slams it shut and takes his shirt off. He picks me up again as we walk to my room on the left, and then his hands run up my sides as he pushes my shirt up and over my head. Without bothering with the lights, he lays me down on the bed and hovers over me. The sheer white curtains allow the moonlight to illuminate the room enough for me to see the planes of his body. I don’t know a straight woman alive who would not drool over his 6’5 hard bod.My God, he’s fabulous in every way, at least I hope the thing poking me in the leg is also very fabulous.
I reach down and pull at his belt until it loosens, and then I start pushing his pants and underwear down. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone this bad, not like this. I can feel him under my skin, breathing my oxygen, and driving me wild. Bryant tugs my yoga pants down until they’re off. I get a good look at what he’s been incredibly blessed with and give myself an inner high-five.
He reaches for his pants and plucks a foil from his pocket. I don’t know or care why it’s so readily available, but thank heavens he thought of it before now. After he rolls it on, he crawls back onto the bed and between my legs. He lies there on top of me and brings his lips back to mine. This time, he slows his pace. He kisses with purpose and precision as he revs me up to start again. I didn’t know a kiss could make a person feel so much.
I grow impatient and reach between us to grab him, and then I pull him to me until he’s lined up where I want him. I wrap my legs around his waist and wait for him to do the rest, but after a while, I grow concerned he’s stalling.
I break the kiss. “Are you okay?”
He sighs, rolls off me to the other side of the bed, and throws an arm to cover his eyes. “I just keep wondering what happens after tonight?”
“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”
“Zhanna, listen, I don’t want to do something that means when this is over you’ll pretend we’re strangers. I don’t know why I feel that way, but I do.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I…” he starts.
“A relationship? We’re not going down that road.”
“No, but maybe…”
“You want to be my fuck buddy? You know that would never work. You’ll catch feelings,” I argue.
“For fuck’s sake, I wantyou! I don’t fucking know exactly what that means yet, but it means I want the shot any other guy would get. I want to take you out on a date, and not be afraid that sex means the end of whatever this is between us. And don’t bullshit me, Coach, you’re feeling this pull, too.”
He’s right. I’m drawn to him. I like our conversations and how down to earth he seems. He’s gorgeous, chiseled, intelligent, and kind, but he’s a freaking football player. But he respects me and my opinion, and that earned him more respect from me than all the other wonderful things about him. I just can’t bring myself to attach myself to that kind of loss and pain. I didn’t have a choice the first time. So I lie. I lie to protect myself and my heart. “You’re wrong. This is just…”
He interrupts me. “False start, baby. Let’s try this again.” He rolls to his side to face me and touches his hand to my belly. “Let’s play a game I like to call ‘Lie Detector’. Now, when you tell the truth, you’ll be rewarded… dearly. First question...will you go on a date with me?”
“No.”
“My fault. I led with the wrong question,” he says. “Is your name Zhanna Hale?”
“Yes.”
His middle finger slips down my center. “Jesus, fuck, you’re wet.”
Boy, he isn’t lying. He’s more than capable of turning me on and then some.
“Next question,” he says. “Do you want me inside of you?”
“Yes.”
