Game On!. Dani Jace

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      And temporary. Just what he was looking for. “I’ll probably head back to Texas when the Tritons’ season is done.”

      “Thought you were from South Carolina?” Her eyes darkened.

      “Last job was there.” At this point, he hoped he’d be called back, but that remained to be seen. No point in going into detail. “My turn.”

      “Take a swing.” She relaxed in her chair.

      “You love your brothers, but still compete against them. Probably for attention from your dad. I bet mom didn’t want you to play sports or become a PE teacher.”

      Her smile bordered on tenuous. “I cheered for a year only because she wanted me to. It epitomized everything I wasn’t. I suppose I compete with my brothers on some level, but it’s more about striving to do my best. And after growing up with them, I usually relate to men better. Most of the time, I don’t wear my emotions on my sleeve.” She glanced out the window. “Your ‘darling’ struck a nerve.”

      He didn’t want to make the same mistake, while playing their game. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was surprised you came after me to explain.”

      “Me, too.”

      “So, you really want my body? Or is this about proving to GiGi that you’re over your ex?”

      She frowned. “That’s a failing grade on your evaluation, Mr. Lancaster. I’m a take-me-as-I-am girl. The only people I attempt to impress or to prove my worth is my parents and my employer.”

      “Duly noted, professor.”

      “Back to your question. The answer is absolutely, but I’m not in any hurry. Anticipation is part of the fun.” She crooked a smile and winked.

      Her flirtation lit him on fire. He took her answer as a free pass. “What’s today’s body part?”

      “Your lips.” Her tongue glided across her own.

      Dead man walking.

      Chapter 4

      Heath’s baby blues consumed Jordan like the hottest flame. From there, their meal ended quickly.

      Maybe it was his southern charm, but he’d put her at ease and stirred the temptress in her. She initiated the body parts game as a tease.

      Unlocking her plain sedan, she couldn’t help drooling over his jacked-up four by four with tires almost as tall as her car. Maybe one day she’d have a vehicle that represented her personality. Could she talk him into taking the bad machine down to OBX for a ride on the beach? She’d be willing to do something special for him. Damn, she was getting ahead of herself. They hadn’t even kissed yet.

      As she turned to say goodbye, she nearly bumped into him. “Oops, sorry.”

      “I’m not.” He snaked a hand around to her lower back, and tenderly brought her against him.

      The man smelled like the ocean and felt like a solid wall of muscle. One she’d like to climb up and ride. Eager to taste the day’s body part, she ran a finger along his jaw.

      His eyes darkened.

      Leaning closer, she rose on her toes and nibbled his mouth. He was like standing next to a mountain.

      He cupped the back of her head. “So sweet.”

      She melted against him and locked her fingers behind his neck. “Interested in more?”

      “Can’t wait.” He chuckled and pressed her against the car.

      The bulge against her belly and his hot exploring tongue made her shiver. Her feet left the ground as he continued his sensual assault.

      For a year, she’d been in exile, avoiding this. Avoiding men. Heath’s sexy kiss awakened the woman she’d hidden from herself and the world. This man fueled her desire in a bad way.

      “Wow, it’d be fun to work a little longer on that part.” He brushed her hair behind her ear.

      Her cheeks heated while she tingled all over. Afraid she’d lose control without some contemplation time, she begged off. “I’ll call you. Show you some of the local sights.”

      “Already liking what I see.” He winked. Lighting a kiss to her cheek, he smiled and squeezed her hand. “Can’t wait.”

      One kiss and damn.

      Without the aid of a footstep, he slid into the high Jeep.

      As she drove on autopilot, white lines zipped past. A fucking football player? So much for keeping a low profile when the owner of her favorite local restaurant already knew him.

      She licked her lips, enjoying the lingering taste of his masculinity. Why her? She’d snatched a football out of mid-air right in front of him and then he’d guessed her profession. Did he like athletic women or had he grown bored with the groupie types?

      Funny thing though, she didn’t feel athletic around him. Every bit of his six-foot-plus frame and two-hundred-plus pounds of hard male made her soft. Feminine in fact.

      A first for her.

      Richard had made her feel intellectual, attractive but astute. Then he sold her down the river as his adulteress tramp. She doubted she’d ever feel worthy again.

      Jordan punched on the stereo and cranked the volume to drown her negative self-talk. Damn Good by Nickelback blared through the speakers, forcing her to smile. She bet her blond football god would surely be better than damn good!

      But could she follow through on the game she started?

      * * * *

      The center snapped the ball. Heath blocked a tackle then sprinted through the defensive line. The ball bulleted overhead. With outstretched hands, he snagged the pigskin, stutter-stepped to avoid the cornerback, and gained another couple of yards. A thick arm snagged him at the hips.

      “Nice catch buddy.” Dugan heaved his weight off Heath, and then offered a hand.

      “Didn’t know it was you dragging my ass down.” Heath accepted the help and wiped the grass off his pants. “Thanks for being gentle.”

      The whistle sounded for a break, and Dugan snapped loose his chin guard. “That’s not what GiGi was screaming last night.” He smacked Heath on the butt.

      “Gotta a second date?” Hell, he was surprised he didn’t already have a standard invitation.

      “Turns out I’ve got more stamina than her musician lays.” He wiggled his brows.

      “Yeah, and you don’t usually pass out in your vomit.” Heath turned for the water station on the sideline.

      “You’re just jealous I got the easy one.” He grabbed a line and guzzled.

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