For a brief moment, she contemplated the ramifications of getting into a relationship with Robert Blade. He seemed like a dream come true, but he also had the potential to turn her life into a nightmare. If that happened, was she ready for a fight? Yes. She decided he was worth the cost. Besides, it was too late to resist this man. She tried and failed. He consumed her, and she was powerless to do anything about it.
She placed her hand on his thigh and lightly kneaded it with his fingers. His smile immediately widened, and she noted how the muscles in his leg twitched under her touch. Anticipation made her nervous and impatient, but she didn’t rush in to kiss him. She licked her lips and slowly inched closer until her lips were on his.
His mouth was gentle, almost tentative, and she knew he was holding back. So was she, although she wasn’t sure why. Maybe because she savored the slow movement of his mouth on hers and the way his hand ran along her waist.
The second kiss grew heated, more intense, as if the first woke something inside the both of them. A tingle ran down her center and fed her pulse as he eagerly pressed his mouth against hers and pushed her into the back of the couch. His leg was on top of her, holding her in place, their thighs pancaked together. She could feel his arousal on her hip, and it made her body come alive with desire. Overheated, she needed to break the kiss just to breathe, and his mouth landed on her neck. It jolted her nervous system, and she let out a small gasp. When his hand caressed her breast, a line of goosebumps rose on her arms and her pulse skyrocketed.
“Let’s go in the bedroom,” she whispered.
Without saying a word, he rose to his feet and offered his hand.
She took it and led him to the bedroom, where he immediately pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Her eyes went straight to his pecs. The twin muscles were mirror images and created perfect arcs which dipped at the center leaving a crevice that she wanted to run her tongue through. Beneath that spectacular chest were rows of exquisitely defined abs that made her mouth water. Her eyes dropped lower, to the waistband of his jeans which sat well below his navel and exposed a happy trail of soft blond hairs. Movement brought her gaze back up to his chest. He was alternately flexing his pecs, one then the other, while he wore a cocky grin. A chuckle escaped her, because only Robert could pull off making a joke in the middle of a seductive moment.
Now taking the lead, he tugged her into his arms, and her breasts collided with his massive chest. All humor vacated the situation immediately. His lips were on hers, strong and confident, kissing her as if his life depended on it. His hands gripped the hem of her tank top and tugged it over her head. He unsnapped her bra like Joey Tribbiani, and it landed on the floor. He undid her jeans and pulled them down to her knees, along with her panties. He lifted her as if she were weightless and sat her on the bed so he could remove everything from her waist down. Without saying a word, he stood back and let his lustful gaze wash over her body, and it made her feel beautiful.
Hastily, he finished undressing, climbed on the bed, and pulled her into his arms so they were side by side facing one another. Their mouths mashed together while their legs and arms caressed one another as their naked bodies got acquainted. He was all hard muscle and curvy sinews. His large hands were strong and commanding, but soft at the same time, as they cupped her breasts. His fingers toyed with a nipple while his lips nibbled her neck hungrily.
Her hand slid down his torso, enjoying the feel of his taut body, and gripped his length.
His body jerked in response, and he let out a small grunt of pleasure.
Satisfaction made her smile at the effect she had on him. As she stroked him, he began to pant, and she watched the pleasure in his face as his irises sometimes rolled upwards and disappeared—until his fingers slid between her legs. Once he touched her down there, it sent a thunderbolt through her core, which made her grip tighten as she stroked him. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she jutted her chin toward the ceiling, moaning at the way her body vibrated. Unable to withstand the magical way he touched her, she rolled onto her back and pulled him on top of her.
He paused to stare into her eyes for a moment, and she never felt more connected to anyone. It was as if he looked right into her soul and read every thought in her head. When his lips came down on hers, she surrendered. This man had captured her heart.
He quietly stepped off the bed, found his jeans, and retrieved a condom from his wallet. Once covered, he crawled on top of her and gave her a soft, slow kiss, as if he knew what happened next was going to change their lives. He entered her quickly, and they both let out a long moan at the same time. His thrusts were long and deep, drawing out the sensations that had her gasping for air. She hung onto his shoulders, while the world around her became blurry. She was dizzy. Drunk with euphoria. Her whole body shuddered, starting with her shoulders and ending with her toes. Then an explosion of nirvana blast through her like a whirlwind. When she finally came down and her head cleared, she was able to focus on Robert and watched as he experienced his own life-shattering release. His body stiffened, then quivered, then he let out a deep groan before he leaned his head into her neck and tried to catch his breath. After a few moments, he gave her a tiny kiss on her shoulder and rolled onto the pillow next to her.
She snuggled against his chest with an arm wrapped around his waist and couldn’t do anything except revel in the aftermath.
A week later, the Bucks took the win over Chicago. The game could have gone either way, and, for a hot second, it looked as if defeat were inevitable, but thanks to a Hail Mary pass by Remington, Lewinski brought home the W with only seconds to spare. The team carried Lewinski back to the locker room on their shoulders, cheering and hollering, where everyone took part in victory dances, headlock hugs, and chest bumps.
Nothing compared to the high of running off the field with an unexpected win, and Robert was on top of the world. Coach stood on a bench and gave one of his famous post-game victory speeches. The man had a gruff voice that sounded like he gargled with glass on a daily basis and broadcast at a deafening level. No megaphone necessary. It got everyone fired up before a game and amped up everyone’s adrenaline following the win afterwards.
Once the fervor died down to a tolerable decibel, Robert found the least noisy corner of the locker room and called Amber. He planned to call her once the team boarded the bus, but he couldn’t wait.
“Congratulations!” She greeted him with her voice filled with enthusiasm. “It was a great game.”
“Can you believe that pass from Remington? The guy’s got an arm like a rocket launcher.”
“I jumped out of my seat!”
There was a ton of background noise in the locker room, but loud voices and music on the other end of the phone made it hard to hear her, as if she were at a party. “Where are you?”
“A sports bar with my friend Hope.” There was a pause that sounded like she took a drink, then her voice lost some of its excitement. “I saw you go down in the first 10 minutes of the game when you took down Lauder. How’s your leg? Are you OK?”
“Never better.” He’d been running so fast that when he took Chicago’s D lineman off his feet, they both sailed through the air before hitting the turf. If felt like solid concrete, but both Robert and Lauder somehow bounced back without an injury.
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too. I wish you were here. I’d love it if you could see one of my games.” A not-so-crazy thought entered Robert’s head. “Come to Atlanta for my next game.”
“I can’t.” A disappointed sigh came through the phone. “I wish I could, Robert. I really do. I have too much going on with work and my studies.”
She didn’t take a second to think about it or debate if the short trip could be feasible. She outright declined without hesitation, and his spirits dropped at how quickly she turned down his invitation. “I didn’t even tell you when it is yet.”
“I know. It doesn’t matter. I can’t get away. I’d love to take a vacation. I spread myself too thin,” she explained, regretfully.
“I get it.” That wasn’t entirely true. She obviously didn’t want to make the trip, and he felt hurt by her refusal. “How about my next home game?”
