When I could breathe, I kissed his shoulder. “We’d better get going, or they’ll charge us rent.”
It took us a while to clean up, and outside the bedroom door I kissed him, reluctant to let him go.
“Will you be here tomorrow?”
Regret filled his eyes. “I can’t. What about Saturday night?”
Shit.That’s the one night the team goes out to parties.But at the thought of those full lips sucking my dick, there was no choice.
“I’ll be here.”
**
Six months had passed, and my mystery man and I had been meeting at Intensity at least twice a week. With the Rose Bowl championship under my belt and the draft looming, I didn’t have much time to myself, but this man was a fever in my blood I couldn’t quench. The campus parties no longer held any interest for me—I couldn’t do it with some random girl. All I wanted was my guy.
Oh yeah, as far as I was concerned, he was mine. We talked and laughed about anything and everything. When I wasn’t with him, I wondered where he was. What he was doing.
Each time we met, I fell harder, and I knew it was becoming a deeper problem, because I thought about violating that confidentiality agreement and meeting him in the real world. Masks off.
Does he think about me? Care as much as I do? You’re an idiot. What do you think you’re gonna do—keep him like a sugar daddy? I can’t offer him half a life. That’s no better than what we’re doing now.
I should walk away and concentrate on football, but the mere thought of never touching him again slowed my heartbeat to a crawl and dimmed the bright sunlight to a foggy gray.
I was in a car on my way to Intensity. The draft was coming, and I’d find out where I’d be going. I’d received interest from San Diego, Austin, and Portland. Portland had the better team, but if I stayed in San Diego, I could keep seeing my guy.
When I entered Intensity and his eyes lit up, my heart pounded. The thought of leaving and never seeing him again was inconceivable. God, was I in love with him? How the hell had this happened?
“Hi.” He wrapped his arms around my neck and tilted his face up, our lips meeting in a kiss. He was no lightweight himself, but at six foot five, I towered over most.
“Hi, yourself.” Our tongues danced and teased. “Mmm, you taste good.”
“And you smell good.” He buried his face in my neck. “You always do.”
His rock-hard body melted into mine, a perfect fit, and I tangled my fingers in that platinum-blond hair. “I missed you.”
He smiled against the dip of my collarbone. “You saw me four days ago.”
“And?” I growled. “If I could see you every day, I would.”
Big, blue eyes met mine. “I don’t know what to say. I wish that too, but we both have other commitments.”
“Yeah. I’m, uh, looking for a job, and I have three prospects.”
Hand in hand, we walked to the man with the red flower, who gave us our room number. Once inside, he sat on the bed and began to undress. “Where are they?” He kicked off his shoes and undid his slacks. He wore a white button-down that accentuated his tan and brought out the startling blue of his eyes, the onlyspot of color on his face, which was covered—brow to lips—by a tight black mask.
“Here, Austin, and Portland.” I took off my shirt and pants and sat by his side. “What do you think? You have to know how much you mean to me.”
He held on to my shoulders. “I think I’m not the kind of person you should change your life for.”
I cupped his cheek. “What if you already have?”
He froze, his lips parted, his breath catching. “What are you saying?”
“I—I’m crazy about you. I can’t stop thinking of you. I just wanna be with you all the time.”
A pink flush covered his face. “I feel the same. The times we’re together are the happiest I’ve ever known.”
My heart pounded—it sounded like we’d made a promise to each other. And even though I had no idea how we’d manage, I knew we were meant to be together.
