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As the space between them diminished, Jake pulled her in, embracing Rakell with his entire body, relishing the feel of her heaving chest.
She’d missed him; she’d yearned for him for too long, and now he was holding her. “Oh, Jake,” she said, tilting her head up.
His mouth on hers, he kissed her deeply, too passionately for public display…he didn’t care. Finally pulling his head back, he said, “God, Sweets,” shaking his head. “Can’t you wait to undome in private?” He smiled. “Do you have more luggage?” His eyes were on the small suitcase beside her.
“Yes,” she managed to get out between breaths. As they waited for her luggage, they acted like a couple of teenagers who were sneaking kisses and touches in when their parents weren’t looking. He tried to keep his eyes off the lace peeking out from her trench coat, knowing there was nothing else beneath.
“Sacramento weather is nice. It feels warm, but not sweltering likeAustin heat,” she said as they walked outside.
“Exactly, not as humid as Austin, but it gets pretty hot in the summer here. That’s why we practice in Tahoe in July and August. We’d die in Sacramento. Let me get the car; wait here. Unless I carry you, you’d have a hard time walking in those across the parking lot.” He leaned in, kissing her again, lingering as if it would be a long time before he returned. “Be back in a few. I’ll pull up to the curb.”
He pulled up in a shimmery white Rivian SUV, helped her into the passenger side, then loaded her luggage. As she waited, Rakell undid the third button of her trench coat, exposing the lace-covered flesh of her cleavage, her rounded upper breasts peeking through the opening. As he jumped in the driver’s side, smiling at her, his eyes went directly to her breasts, and his cock jerked. Leaning over, she touched his thigh, stroking it gently. “I’ve thought about you so much, your hard…”
He grabbed her hand, shaking his head. “You can’t, you can’t do that, no touching, no dirty talk, or the first time will happen in the car. I’m fucking crazed.”
She laughed.
“Sweets, please,” he managed to get out as he turned the key.
She contorted her lips into a fake pouty expression. “Okay, just having fun.”
“Having fun? That means you get your jollies out of torturing me.” He smiled, internally begging his cock to stand down.
She shot him an innocent look. “Love this. A Range Rover? Is it new?” she asked, trying to divert both of their attention.
“Actually, it’s a Rivian…It’s sort of new, I bought it in the fall. Figured since I have a house here now, I should have a car here, too,” he explained. “They just finished renovations on the house last month, so I’ve got a few things moved in now. A few buddies from the team got some things set up while I was in Austin. I still have a lot of stuff in boxes, though, and it’s not completely furnished, but I do have a bed.” He smiled, glancing at her.
“That’s a start,” she cooed, smiling.
“The photosSports Illuminatedposted on Instagram from the shoot are incredible.” After seeing those, he was grateful she didn’t have an Instagram profile yet, but he knew that was only a matter of time. “You looked stunning…really beautiful, and that one of you in white ski pants with snowflakes painted all over your tits, skiing down the mountain, God, that was…well, it was…”
“Did you notice that there were also snowflakes painted all over my torso, arms, and even a couple on my face?”
“Well, no, just noticed the ones blocking your hard nipples and the ones landing on your outstretched tongue in the shot of you making a snow angel with your tongue out.” And fuck if the questionWho the hell saw that, who was staring at my girl, taking pictures of her like that?didn’t keep blaring in his head.
“You really have a one-track mind. The snow angel was actually my idea. They wanted me to kneel in the snow and throw it around, pretending to catch some paper snowflakes in my open mouth. The shot didn’t really look that great, so I said let’s do a snow angel, and the team listened. One of the benefits of knowing a team. Speaking of, how are you guys doing on picks?”
“It’s tough. I mean, Coach listens to me, but he also goes the direction he thinks is best. Right now, we don’t see things thesame way. I want another solid receiver ‘cause the other teams know Dwayne’s the man. We’ve got a couple of other guys I can throw to, but I can’t always count on them. We’ve been looking at this kid from LSU since last year, but now Coach is concerned about him and is toying with building up our offensive line.” He took his eyes off the road for a second. “Actually, to protect me, but...”
“I agree with Coach. I don’t want you to get hurt, Jake. I could hardly stand it at the San Antonio game when that guy's head jammed into your thigh. Glad the camera wasn’t on my face then because I’m sure I looked like I was going to break…”
“Sweets, I, I…” His eyes darted toward her, then back to the road. “…Shit, traffic, we’re hitting rush hour into Sac. Rakell, I want you to know something.” Sucking in the air around him, he struggled to find the right words. “God, I want to say this right,” he spilled out like he was talking to himself.
“Just say it,” she urged, lightly pinching the bridge of her nose, confused by the switch in his tone.
“Don’t say anything. Let me get this out,” he snapped as they waited to merge onto the highway.
She shut her eyes, feeling the emotion creeping up behind them, not knowing where he was headed. “Okay, okay.”
He hit the steering wheel. “I love you. I mean fuckingloveyou. Love the way you say outrageous things with confidence, love the way you light up when you see Jasmine, love the way you laugh, love the way you are, just are, with my family, love the way you fill out a swimsuit,” he chuckled.
She bit her lip, looking for something to say, “Jake, I mean, I…” Blinking her eyes, she wondered if she was supposed to say that to him, but she didn’t know for sure. How could she know if she hadn’t done this before, if she’d never been with someone just because she liked them? “Jake, I really care…”
His eyes rushed to her face. He’d rattled her. “Hey, this isn’t me asking for anything; it’s me just letting you know how I feel. I just love you.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, glancing out the window, needing a place to focus her eyes.
They drove in silent disquiet as if the sexual air that had been steaming up the car had evaporated with his words and her deficient response.
