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“You’re killing me, baby.” He let out a deep groan.
Bringing my body more firmly into his, he framed my face. He gazed down at me intently and stroked the line of my jaw with his thumbs.
I shivered with pleasure, holding my breath as he lowered his head. When his mouth touched mine, I moaned, and heat swelled inside me. He was my addiction, not his cologne. He swiped his wet tongue across my lips. I pressed my swollen tits and the aching tips to his chest, rocking my throbbing pussy over his hard cock, but he didn’t deepen the kiss.
“We have our agenda for after breakfast,” he murmured against my lips. “You first. Then me, yeah?” He lifted his head and gave me an inquiring look.
“All right,” I said, readily agreeing.
“But first, let’s go sit on the balcony for a bit and talk.” He released me and gestured.
That sounded ominous. A different sort of tremor swept through me as I nodded and moved past him.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked. Dropping onto a chair, I perched nervously on the edge of the cushion and glanced up at him.
“You. You’re on my mind.” He lowered himself into the chair beside me.
I could practically hear the iron frame groaning beneath him, all six foot five and two hundred twenty-five pounds of pure muscle. I knew his stats, but knowing and experiencing them were entirely different.
Different beyond my wildest imagination.
“In what way?” I tilted my head.
“In every way.” His blue eyes narrowed as he studied me. “I’m at a disadvantage with you, Electra. You know everything about me. I want to know things about you too. What do you do for a living? You’re twenty-one. Are you in school?”
“Not in school.” My lips flattened. “I have my GED, but I lost my scholarship to Juilliard after the accident.”
“I’m sorry.” His expression soft, he reached for my hand and squeezed my fingers. “I’m sure that was disappointing. But surely you could try again.”
“No. I can dance now, but not at that level.” I shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “And anyway, I don’t want to go anymore.”
“Why not?” he asked as a breeze lifted strands of golden hair, tossing it around his muscular shoulders.
I glanced away, staring at the inky surface of the ocean where dreams went to die, rather than the night sky where they were born as stars.
“Juilliard was a dream for a different person in another lifetime. All that died when they did.” Grief gripped my heart, making my next breath difficult.
“But you still dance. I saw you. I danced with you. You’re really something,” he said softly.
“Yes, I still dance,” I said carefully. His words didn’t take away the pain, but they pleased me. “Whenever I can.”
“It makes you happy.”
I gave that some consideration. Happy was a stretch, a place I didn’t know if I could ever reach again.
“Dance is my therapy. When my heart is pumping, when I’m focused on my movements and the music, my sadness is still there but it’s in the background. Does that make sense?” I glanced at him, finding him was watching me intently again.
“It makes perfect sense.” He nodded once. “That’s how I feel on the football field.”
“Are you sad too?” My brows pinched together as I studied him. “Why? Because of your mom?”
“Yes, some because of her. She was strong like you, kind and gentle too. She was the only one who really understood me. There’s a void in my life with her gone. I miss her.” He pressed his chiseled lips together, his gaze drifting to the sea. “Everything in my life is a distant second to football. I thought I broke free from that and the stranglehold my old man had on me, but I fell into the trap I’d been trying to escape all the same.”
“That doesn’t sound good.” It sounded a lot like my life, absent work and Ally.
“It sucks. I don’t really like to think about it. But lately, I’ve been thinking about it a lot. How adrift I feel apart from the game and the friendships I have because of it.” He glanced back at me, his gaze hooded once more. “But I don’t feel adrift when I’m with you.”
Champion
