Her mouth drops a little, and she stares down at the pad in her hand. “Uh, okay, next question. Watching you, there was a difference between the guy you were in high school and the one you were when you went to Juco. What happened?”
“By the time I got to college, I had things I needed to prove. The coach saw something in me. I gave a hundred percent, he wanted a hundred and ten. I put in the work.”
She tilts her head. “What did you have to prove?”
I jut my chin. “That I could be somebody... that I was worthy.”
She frowns, and I hate the pity I see on her face. She knows about my home life. Heck, everyone at Knox High did. It probably had something to do with why she didn’t want anything to do with me back then. She’s going to ask for more, and I don’t want to go there. “Next question.”
She looks at me, and I wait for her to continue, ask for more, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t want to push me, and I appreciate that. She looks at her paper again. “Okay, high school.”
I shake my head. “I’m not talking about high school.”
“Why not? You played football in high school. Surely, you know people are wondering about it.”
I laugh. “I was fat and lazy in high school football. I was lucky to walk on at Juco, and that’s where they kicked my ass and got me in shape.”
She jerks her head up. “You weren’t lazy. Why would you think that? You were our only offensive lineman that stopped every play.” She holds out her fingers, ticking off the school awards I won, the records I broke.
I wrap my hands around her legs. “I don’t understand. How do you even remember that? Why do you know that?”
She rolls her eyes and looks down at the paper in her hands. “I was on the school paper. We covered the games.”
“You didn’t. You covered the clubs. You didn’t cover athletics.”
She shrugs her shoulders, still not looking at me. “I still read it.”
I’m over this for now. The way she’s talking about me she makes me feel like I’m special, and I want to do the same for her. I slide my hands up her legs. She’s curvy, but compared to me she’s small, and my hands wrap easily around her legs.
“I want to taste you, Willa.”
She smiles and rolls her eyes, but she does scoot toward me. She leans in, and there’s no way I’m going to turn a kiss down. I kiss her thoroughly. In the process, she’s knocked her paper and pen to the floor, and she’s all but crawled into my lap. When I pull back, I have one hand on her cheek, and I force her eyes on mine. “That’s not what I meant.”
She shakes her head, and then her eyes get big when she realizes what I mean.
“The question is, are you going to let me?”
Chapter 10
Willa
Really! How could I say no to him? Not because of his status or money, but because of who he is... the guy I’ve longed for all this time. My mouth dry, I nod.
He sets me back on the couch and gets up, moving the coffee table. He then picks me up and lays me on the plush rug. It’s amazing how he manhandles me. A normal size man wouldn’t be able to, but I’m learning there’s nothing normal about JD.
He’s on his knees, hovering over me and looking at me as if I’m the most important person in the world. “Just a taste, baby. Just to tide me over.”
I can’t deny him. I don’t want to. I nod, and he undoes the button of my shorts. He has them and my panties down in an instant, tossing them over his shoulder. He’s looking at me as if he could eat me alive. The longer he stares at the apex of my thighs, the more I start to squirm under his scrutiny. “No,” he says, putting a big, beefy arm over my thighs to hold me still.
His hot breath is a whispered touch at my core, and my hips try to buck against him. He gives me a gentle bite on the inside of my thigh, and my legs widen, wanting him—no, needing him at my center.
“I’ve dreamed about this a thousand times...” he mutters right before he puts his mouth on me.
His tongue against my clit has me pressing my heels into the floor, lifting my hips. “Uhhhhh,” I moan.
He doesn’t slow down; if anything, he picks up his pace, swiping his tongue across my swollen bundle of nerves and then sucking me into his mouth. The pleasure is immense. He swipes his tongue through my center, and when his finger enters me, I about come and buck him off me. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So tight.” He groans as he pulls his finger back and then back in again. He doesn’t go far but enough for me to feel the rhythm as his tongue makes the same mating motion.