Page 129 of Playing to Win
Us down on the field together. His big win. Him slapping me on the ass on the sidelines. In front of my mother. Meeting my parents. I’m so relieved they like him, but I knew they would, so it’s not that big of a surprise.
How he called me his girlfriend. How good it felt, to hear that word come from his lips. How right. We might not have the most normal relationship in the world, but that will change by the beginning of the new year at the latest. I can wait that long.
I’m a patient person.
Sometimes.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“Not much.” I shrug one shoulder.
“You’re a liar. I always know when you’re thinking. You get a line right…” He touches the tense spot between my eyebrows. “There.”
“I’m thinking about what a good day it’s been,” I admit, my voice soft. “And it’s all thanks to you.”
“Oh yeah?” He looks pleased with my confession and I scoot closer, seeking his warmth. He reaches toward me and scoops me up, pulling me into his body. I throw out a hand, my fingers brushing against his naked upper thigh and I realize he doesn’t have any clothing on.
And he’s already hard.
“Yes,” I confirm, snuggling as close as I can as I slip my arm around him. “You’re naked.”
“No shit?” He raises his brows, teasing me.
That’s my favorite part. How he makes me smile. Makes me laugh. He knows when to be serious, but he’s a lot of fun. It’s like the more time we spend together, the more compatible we realize we are and it’s a mutual thing. I don’t have to chase him.
And he doesn’t have to chase after me.
We just…fit.
And I love it.
I love him.
The realization makes everything expand inside of me—specifically my heart. I always wondered when it would happen. When I would find a guy that was just as into me as I was into him and now that it’s here, that the moment is actually happening, it feels…
Good.
No, more than good. It feels…
Right.
So right.
“A girl could get used to this kind of treatment.” I slowly run my hand up the smooth, muscled expanse of his back. “Coming home to find her boyfriend surrounded by candles and waiting for her naked in bed.”
“I was feeling romantic.”
“Here’s the thing—lately you’re always feeling romantic, Ace.” I tip my head back and smile up at him. “That’s my favorite quality about you.”
He dips his head, his mouth brushing mine. “It’s been a good day, I agree. And that’s all thanks to you.”
He repeats my words back to me and I let my hand drift down, skimming the muscular curve of his ass. He has the best body ever. I could spend days mapping it with my hands.
My mouth.
I have before. He lets me do whatever I want to him and it’s never a hardship because he always benefits from my exploration.
“Did you really mean it when you called me your girlfriend?” I ask, suddenly filled with the need to know.
