I take my time with the final seconds, watching how her delicate collarbones rise and fall, how she licks her bottom lip before I capture it with mine. Immediately, she opens up for me, and a chorus of gratitude sails through my mind. Her tongue istinged with the spices from dinner, but her lips are delectably apple flavored. An appreciative groan escapes me.
I freaking love apple.
Kenzie jumps, and I catch her one handed. Her legs wrap around my waist as her hands come up to frame my face. The way her fingers grip my jaw while she pours herself into the kiss sends euphoria sprinting down my back until the base of my spine tingles. I’ve never felt so completely consumed, so helplessly lost in another person. It should be terrifying, but it feels like easing into a warm bath.
“I’m going to make so many signs for you,” she says, sliding her lips over my jaw.
“I can’t wait.”
It feels like I’ve waited my whole life for someone like Kenzie, and now that she’s here? I’m not letting go unless she tells me to.
Kenzie giggles against my throat, and it’s the best sensation I’ve ever experienced. “You say that now, but you have no idea how punny and glittery these signs are going to be. I might even use stickers.”
“Like I said”—I use my hand behind her head to direct her lips back to mine—“can’t wait.”
Our mouths tangle for several thudding heartbeats before Kenzie allows me to slow the kiss. As much as I’d love to do nothing but this for the rest of the night, we really should headhome. I don’t want the clubhouse staff to lock up with us still in here.
“We need to get going,” I tell her.
I set a soft kiss over her lips and then a slightly longer one, which quickly dissolves into a slow, deep kiss that neither of us break for a long, long while.
Kenzie plants both her hands on my chest, creating some space as she tries to catch her breath. “We were supposed to be doing something.”
The corner of my mouth quirks. I love that I can kiss the good sense out of Kenzie’s brilliant brain.
“You’re right.” I pull her away from the door, supporting her as she slides to the floor. “We were leaving.”
“Oh.” She blinks, her lips pink and swollen from my slight beard scruff. “Right.”
I run my thumb over her mouth with a frown. I should have shaved again after the game. But I was in such a rush to get everything done I hadn’t thought about what my five o’clock shadow would do to Kenzie’s gorgeous face.
“I’m sorry about your skin.”
“This?” Kenzie touches her lips with her fingertips. “Oh, I love this.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
The way her mouth slides into a smile that perfectly melds flirtation with confidence steals the breath straight from my lungs. “In the best possible way.”
I’m already pushing her back against the door when a knock sounds from the other side.
“Ms. Rogers? Are you done with that phone call?”
Kenzie snorts a laugh into my throat. “Yes, just give me a minute. I’m, uh…putting my shoes back on.”
“Uh…” Brianna stalls. “Okay.”
My beautiful girlfriend bites her lip before raising her face, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “It’s super important for feet to be free. They need a break from being confined in shoes for long periods. I honestly thought you all would know that because you’re top in sports and everything.”
“Top in sports?” I whisper with an eyebrow lift.
Kenzie lightly slaps me in the shoulder. “Could you please come back in two minutes? The lacing process is very extensive.”
There’s a pause on the other side of the door as the two of us shake from the effort of restraining our laughter.
“For the record, we encourage the players to remove their cleats as soon as they get off the field.”
“Good.” Kenzie’s answer is too high pitched. Any more of this and she’s going to break. “That’s good to know.”
