One of his hands slips under my top to fondle my breast, the other pushing down the back of my shorts to squeeze my ass. I’m as ravenous as he is, seeking any inch of skin within reach. Then his mouth claims mine again.
It’s been like this any moment we’ve been near each other since the other night at The Landmark. I don’t know how two people could be so consumed with an unending need to touch one another, but that’s how we are.
We both jump when the door handle jostles and unlocks before we have a chance to react. It swings open right as Cole yanks his hands from beneath my shirt and inside my shorts, but there’s no hiding what we were doing.
“Umm.” Easton grins like an idiot, holding the key.
Cameron has the decency to avert his eyes, smacking his friend’s shoulder. Cole recovers first and shifts in front of me.
“You didn’t see anything,” he warns.
“We saw nothing,” Easton parrots immediately, lifting his hands in surrender. “We know nothing.”
“I’m serious,” Cole says. “Not a word to anyone.”
“Got it, coach,” Cameron replies.
“Got what? Do you see something other than equipment in here, Reeves? I’m just getting more tape for my stick to take home with me over summer break.” Easton winks. After a beat, he adds, “I actually need the tape, though, if you could just?—”
“Blake.” Cole sighs in exasperation.
I find it on a shelf by my elbow and toss it to him. He salutes us, then lays a hand over his heart.
“For real. Your secret’s going to the grave. We won’t let you down. I’d say have a good summer, but, uh, looks like you’ve got that covered.”
“Dude,” Cameron hisses.
“Get out of here,” Cole says.
“Going. Here.” Easton tosses the key to Cole and backs away.
Cameron covers a snicker, dragging his teammate off by grabbing his t-shirt. The door shuts. Cole wastes no time locking it again, pocketing the key.
After he makes sure they’re gone, he braces his hands on the shelves on either side of me and hangs his head with a groan.
“Feel my heartbeat.”
I place a hand against his firm chest. His heart drums hard.
“What if that had been Steve? Or your dad?” he mutters.
“That’s half the thrill,” I tease.
He puts a hand at the small of my back to tug me against him, dipping his face to press a smirk to my throat.
“I’ll show you a thrill.”
“Please do,” I encourage.
He mouths at my skin, turning my stifled giggle into a gasp.
I end up missing lunch with Dad, texting him an excuse about needing to leave.
Cole gave me the key to his place when we were sneaking around at the training facility earlier. Yesterday, I snuck home early after our first night, then ended up back in his bed last night.My calendar reminders are piling up with this week’s tasks that I keep putting off to spend time with him.
It’s still sinking in that Cole Kincaid is my boyfriend. I never thought matching with him on the dating app would lead us here.
I’m waiting for him with a pizza by the time he makes it home from work. He finds me in the small kitchen, pausing in the doorway. I’m so happy to see him, I’m unable to control my beaming expression. He eyes me like I’m the more enticing dinner.
