Before she could say anything or find out if she had, he swallowed her words with his mouth and plunged inside her mercilessly, driving her higher and higher with each thrust until she was sure she would die and go to heaven.
As long as he was there with her, she didn’t even care.
He rubbed his thumb against her, sweeping circles that drove her crazy with need, making her even more wild. When she came again, he was right there with her, holding her the whole time.
They finished showering, rinsing off any remnants of their lovemaking, and afterward, he curled up behind her in her bed, both of them gloriously naked.
As he kissed her shoulder and whispered good night, she smiled, letting her eyes drift shut, and knew, at this moment…
Life just couldn’t get any better than this.
Chapter Fifteen
The sun shone down on their heads as they made their way down Chestnut Street hand in hand. Every once in a while, he ran his thumb over the back of her hand, and she smiled at him, and to be honest, it was the simplest pleasure he’d ever experienced. Holding her. Touching her.
Having her.
It had been two weeks since they’d talked about being exclusive, and over a month since they’d decided to be together, and it had been a pretty incredible one. They’d spent as much time together as possible, and she never once seemed irritated with him if he had to practice late or watch some old games for prep, or if he changed his mind about hanging out in favor of spending some extra hours at the gym for conditioning with his trainer.
Football players usually had girls who complained if they spent too much time at the gym, or prepping for games, but Kassidy had yet to do so. If anything, she encouraged his focus. She even game-prepped with him and made sure he always ate well the night before a game and went to bed early with plenty of hydration.
Better yet? His game hadn’t suffered.
He was able to focus on football and her.
Guess it was time to admit he was wrong.
He could juggle more than one thing at a time.
Smiling, he glanced at her. She sipped her smoothie. She hadn’t been feeling well and was a little pale around the edges, but the strawberry smoothie was bringing some color back to her cheeks. This morning she’d gotten sick, and he’d held her hair back as she vomited. It sounded gross, and it was, but with Kassidy, he somehow managed to not care.
If s
he needed him, he was there.
Simple as that.
“Better?” he asked, squeezing her hand gently.
“A little,” she admitted, averting her face. “Kind of.”
“It was probably that sushi from last night. I’ve never been a big fan, but you hadn’t tried it, so…” He shrugged. “At least we can cross that off your list of things to try.”
She laughed feebly. “Yeah, we can.” Wincing, she pressed a hand to her stomach, losing some of that color that had just returned. “Permanently.”
“Are you up to watching some old clips of games? We can lay on the couch, and I’ll rub your back. Maybe you can take a nap?” He lifted his mango smoothie to his mouth and took a sip. “I have to prep for Sunday, but if you’d rather me go home to do it so you can rest alone, I can.”
She took another small sip, not meeting his eyes. “Yeah. Sure. Lying down on the couch sounds good. I don’t want you to go.” Swallowing, she glanced at him, turned away, and then back. “Wyatt, we need to talk. I think—”
“Shit,” he muttered, stepping in front of her and releasing her hand immediately. The last thing she needed right now was a picture of them holding hands blasted all over the media, and the attention on her personal life that would bring. “Hello, everyone. How are you?”
She craned her neck to peer around his arm. When she spotted the group of photographers in front of him, she stiffened. “What’s going—? Oh.”
“Can we get a picture of you and your girl?” One asked, lifting his camera.
Judging from the fact that she’d been puking all morning, he could only suspect she didn’t want her picture plastered over every Atlanta newspaper. When she went public as his girl, she would probably prefer it to not be while barfing.
He studied her, waiting to see if she stepped forward into the spotlight willingly, but she hid behind him even more, shuddering slightly. He took that as his cue that he was right. “She’s not my girl, just a friend. And she doesn’t need her picture plastered all over the media. But I’ll pose alone and let you guys ask a few questions if you’d like.”