"Thanks," he said shyly. "Wilder's a great quarterback, which makes my job easier."
Wilder really was great, but Rush was amazing in his own way.
"To think that you guys are only sophomores and playing this well," I said. "Just think of what you will be like two years from now."
"Yeah, if we can keep playing like this and not get injured, then hopefully scouts will be coming our way."
"I don’t think you have anything to worry about."
"Thank you," he said again.
I dragged my hands through the water, giving me something to focus on. "Did you already call your family?"
"Yep," he answered. "I called them right before we went to the diner."
"Will they be able to make it to one of your games?" With how supportive his family was, I was surprised that they hadn't come to one of his games yet.
"Um." He rubbed the back of his neck. "My parents work a lot, and then with taking care of my younger siblings, it's hard for them to get away."
"Oh," I said, not knowing what else to say. "Well, maybe when you guys make it to another bowl game this year, they can come."
"First, we need to play well enough to get invited again."
"Things are looking good so far."
"Yeah, things are going well, and I'm excited about the rest of the season. Tonight was a big win," he said.
"Most of your teammates are still celebrating," I said, trying to lead into the question I wanted to ask him. "Why didn't you leave with one of those girls like all the other guys did?"
There had been plenty of girls here who he could have chosen, and any of them would have been more than happy to leave with him. So why was he still in the hot tub talking to me?
He shrugged. "None of them caught my attention."
"That's right," I nodded. The memory of his voice floating down the hall when he'd told his two teammates about us kissing at the bonfire last year came quickly to my mind. "You're hard to please."
He shook his head. "I'm not hard to please." His eyes focused on me, slowly moving over my face, shoulders, and the tops of my breasts, barely visible above the waterline. "I just know what I want."
Why did he keep saying things like that? Was he implying that I was what he wanted? His mixed signals were confusing me, as well as driving me crazy.
But there was no mistaking the look he was giving me now. It was the look of someone who was filled with desire. He slowly moved over, closing in the space between us in the corner of the hot tub.
I swallowed. "Are you saying you have a type?"
"Yes." He scooted close enough that our legs were now touching. "A very specific type."
My breathing sped up. "And what type is that?"
He leaned in close, pushing a stray curl behind my ear and then tracing his finger underneath my jaw until he could tilt my chin up to align our mouths. "You."
His lips softly touched mine, feather light, once and then twice. Our breaths mingled, and he waited as if to see if I'd push him away. I didn't. I hadn't moved a muscle, hoping that he would kiss me again and that this wasn't some dream that I'd wake up from soon.
When he seemed sure I wouldn't pull away, he slid his hand to the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him as his mouth came down on mine. His lips were warm and gentle as they coaxed my lips apart. A soft moan escaped me, and I was too lost in the feeling of how good it felt to be kissing him again to be embarrassed by it.
I slid my hands up his chest, enjoying every inch of it as I made my way to wrap my arms around his neck, bringing us closer together. The kiss that had started slow and controlled was quickly morphing into hunger and need. His hands roamed from my back up to my hair and down again, causing goosebumps to form on my skin despite being warm from the water.
Picking me up by the waist he pulled me on top of him, my legs straddling him as he sat back against the side of the hot tub, all without breaking the kiss. Our bodies were flush with one another, my breasts pressed up against his chest and the evidence of his desire between us.
I moved against him, and a delicious moan reverberated through him, making my pulse spike even higher. The thought that I could elicit that type of sound out of him gave me a surge of confidence.
