The Rivalry

“Maybe we’re better out here, where—”

I didn’t let her finish the sentence. I sealed my lips over hers. Her mouth was hot against mine, and a stroke of my tongue over hers reminded us both of our goal. “Please get in the car,” I mumbled between kisses, “before I stop caring who might be around to watch the show.”

Our kiss ended as she turned and stared at the open back seat. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. This was a big step for her, and I didn’t want to push. I wanted her to feel safe. “Or we can stay here. I can be a gentleman.”

“Maybe I don’t want that.” Her voice was unsteady.

I let out a tight breath as she stepped away from me and crawled over the leather bench in the back. The interior of my car wasn’t spacious. I’d never made out in my back seat. I was twenty-two years old—if I was going to fool around, I found a couch or a bed like an actual adult. But I could tell Kayla would shoot me down if I invited her back to my apartment. Even if she was up for it, she’d freak when she saw all my stuff. Could I convince her to see past the Michigan branding that blanketed everything?

The moment I closed the door behind me, the air grew thick and heavy. We’d gotten in here with a purpose, and I was eager to get to it. She sat in her seat, her bottom lip snagged between her teeth as she stared at me. It was quiet, other than her uneven breathing.

I smiled softly. “Come here.”

I pulled her onto my lap so her knees were on either side of my hips, and my hands tangled in her hair at the same moment our lips collided. The girl outside had been holding back on me. In the heat of my cramped back seat, she exploded. The curtain of her hair fell into my eyes and I pushed it back, holding it out of our way. I leaned back into the leather, my head thudding onto the top of the seat, and let her go to town kissing me. It was fucking amazing.

My hands drifted down to her shoulder blades, and beneath my fingertips, I felt the outline of the band of her bra. I followed the ridges, slowly working my way toward the front, sliding my hands over the silky fabric of her shirt. I’d spent a lot of time over the past two days wondering how far we would have gone if we hadn’t been interrupted at the wedding.

Had I ever wanted a girl this badly?

She arched into my touch, and her tongue plunged deep, filling my mouth. I couldn’t tell if she was shifting on me to make herself more comfortable or me more uncomfortable. The seam of her shorts rubbed against my throbbing dick, and I strangled back a groan of agonized pleasure.

Her breasts were a perfect handful. I teased her nipples with my thumbs, and she turned her head to the side as if she couldn’t breathe easily and needed air. That exposed her neck to me, so I gently bit the skin there. I licked and sucked until she was trembling.

The car was stifling, but I was too busy to deal with turning on the AC. Another shift of Kayla’s hips brought on a fresh wave of lust.

As a receiver, there was that sweet moment when you’d broken away and you were twenty yards down field. The ball was coming at you, and no one would be able to stop you from making a big play. Your whole body was hyperaware. So conditioned with what to do, it came as easily as breathing. The ball dropped into your hands, you secured it in the hold, and you’d burn straight to the end zone as all hell broke loose in the crowd. It was a fucking rush like nothing else.

Nothing . . . except kissing this girl.

I slid one had up her neck and gripped her hair, while I fumbled from one of her breasts to the other, my fingertips slipping inside her open neckline. Her skin was warm, soft and smooth. Her panted breath was a wordless command to keep touching her.

“You didn’t give me a warning this time,” she said. “You just kissed me.”

The heat of the car made me honest. “I was afraid you were going to stop me.”

“I should have. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

I hesitated. “You . . . want to stop?”

Her eyes were level with mine, and she blinked her baby blues. “No,” she said.

-11-

KAYLA

Jay’s palm pressed to my chest, and the heat of his hand warmed me from the inside out, which I didn’t need help with. It was sweltering in his car, sitting in his lap.