Page 126 of How to Score Off Field
The kiss is hungry, a mix of longing and desire. I let out a soft whimper because I cannot get enough of him, my body arching into his.
I want more but like, down girl.
Chill.
It’s just a kiss…
Our breaths come in ragged gasps as we break the kiss, our foreheads resting against each other. His eyes are dark with desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
My own heart pounds in my chest, my body humming with need.
"Drew," I whisper, my voice barely audible in the charged air between us.
He looks at me, his gaze filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty. "Yeah,” he says. “I know.”
Ah, good.
He wants it, too. No
I give him a small, reassuring smile, my fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw.
Any trace of hesitation evaporates.
Drew's lips crash down on mine once more, and the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us and the intoxicating heat of our desire. At this moment, there's no room for doubts or worries—there's only the overwhelming sensation of being wanted, of being desired, and the promise of a connection that's only just beginning to ignite.
Drew reaches down and does what I’ve been wanting him to do since he put his lips to mine; he slides his hands under my ass and lifts me, setting me on the countertop.
Pulls me forward.
Steps between my legs again.
I wrap them around his waist.
Game.
On.
DEAR DIARY…
It’s so weird with all the guys gone. They graduated in June and it’s just bizarro being at school without them all here. Quiet somehow. I cried a lot last night cause Grady told me Drew and his brothers finally left for college, which is like, a twenty hour drive. Which means they won’t be coming home at all and what are the chances I’ll ever bump into him again? All I wanted was for him to ask me to ONE stupid dance and now that will never happen because no one who goes to college ever comes home for a HS dance. Going to cry myself to sleep now, bye.
CHAPTER43
DREW
YOU WERE BORN TO BE REAL. NOT TO BE PERFECT.
Tess wrapsher legs around my waist, and you know she’s wearing shorts, so my hands automatically go to her smooth legs. I run my palms over the thighs wrapped around me, back and forth, our kisses becoming more heated.
I’m tall enough that when I press forward, my erection flirts with her pussy, and it’s a damn shame her shorts are denim ’cause, damn, I’d love to feel her through thinner fabric.
“I’m so turned on right now,” she moans. “You have no idea.”
Oh, I have some idea.
“Are you?”
There's been a magnetic pull between us since she picked me up at the airport; a current of excitement that's been impossible to ignore. I take a step closer, my heart pounding as I reach out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
