“Because they already have the best quarterback in the league.” He sighs.
“So, what does that mean?”
“It means no playing time for me.”
“Oh?” I frown, catching the ball.
“Yeah, second string sucks.”
“Well, maybe you’ll get scooped up by someone else first. They can’t be the only team interested in you.”
“They aren’t, but they have first pick. So, if they want me, then that’s where I’ll end up.”
“Too bad the draft doesn’t work the other way around.” I throw the football then roll my shoulder. It’s starting to hurt.
“Too bad.” He laughs, tossing it back.
“Well . . .” I rest the football against my thigh. “If you do end up in Seattle, just make sure to buy a parka and lots of umbrellas,” I joke.
“Anything else you recommend before I’m exiled to the state with the highest suicide rate?”
“Yeah.” I laugh. “A trade.”
“Smartass.” Kam rushes me and I try to run. But he’s too fast and tackles before I make it two feet.
“Kam!” I squeal as he takes me down to the ground.
“What?” He pins me beneath him.
“Quarterbacks aren’t supposed to tackle.”
“In special circumstances they can.”
“And you interpreted me just standing there minding my own business as a special circumstance?”
“In those little shorts holding a football? Yeah.” He leans in and kisses me. I swear I melt; my body just softens right underneath his.
We don’t do anything but kiss. Kam’s hands keeping a firm grip on my wrists as his tongue goes exploring. He’s not aggressive or overbearing, but there’s enough force to make me succumb. To make me surrender and revel in the warmth of his mouth. I yank my wrists free just so I can wrap my arms around him. Just so I can get a little bit closer. We lie on the ground kissing, caressing, and stroking until we are panting and the sunlight is fading away.
“Kam,” I murmur, nearly ripping off his shirt. I don’t care that we’re outside on the bare ground. I don’t care that we have no blanket and there are owls hooting in the trees above us. The only thing I care about it is getting closer to Kam. As close as we were in the kitchen. As close as humanly possible.
“We have to go inside, Lemon.”
“Why?” I suck on his neck and grind against him.
“Because . . . oh, shit, Laney.” He grabs my hip and squeezes firmly.
“We’ve had sex under the stars before.” I try to persuade him.
“We also had protection.”
“I’m on the pill,” I hastily reply.
Kam pauses, looking down at me dumbfounded. “No condom?”
“Only if you’re hell-bent on using one. Then I understand.”
“You trust me that much?”
