Free Winning Pass - A Football Romance by Kerrigan Grant Page B

reassuring way, Elijah cups my face, looking back and forth between my eyes as he lets out a sigh. He sounds so content just standing here with me, as if we’ve been doing this with each other for the past fifteen years instead of being apart. “Don’t you?”
    I don’t need to search for the answer. “Absolutely.” Sure, you might smash my heart into a billion little pieces in a way that I probably won’t be able to recover from after this, but why the hell not? It could most certainly end in a dizzying heartbreak, and really, what else could happen? I have to eventually go home. That’s a fact that I can’t exactly escape, especially with my new business finally coming together. And if I do this—if we do this—then there’s no turning back.
    There’s a beat before another breath passes my lips and I’m kissing him all over again.
    Elijah groans against my mouth, causing my heart and mind to race with deep-felt passion. I briefly think back to the few not-so-serious boyfriends I’ve had and understand now why I could never feel happy or complete with them.
    Right now, this minute, this feeling of total and complete trust I feel with Elijah—I have never experienced it before with another man. I’m consumed by his touch, his kisses. I want more. I need more.
    He pulls the top part of my dress down, and my bra with it. My first instinct is to cover up. With my size, I have a lot going on there, but Elijah’s eyes don’t lie. They widen, and he’s touching me, caressing my soft flesh. The contrast between Elijah’s suntanned skin and my own pale skin is a beautiful thing, reminding me of warm shadows falling across my room in the daytime. I bite my lip, not meaning to, and I’m not able to help myself as I grind my hips against his.
    Elijah squeezes my breasts, pinching my pink nipples until they become hard and tight between his fingers. He lightly pulls at them, one at a time, and all the while, his other hand has traveled back down the backless part of my dress until he’s tracing those dimples again. Being touched from the front and back sends uncontrollable shivers up and down my body, my nerves not knowing which way to go.
    But that’s nothing, nothing compared to when Elijah drops his mouth down to my nipple and flicks his tongue out against it. I throw my head back, accidentally knocking into the wall, the brief pain gone instantly as his tongue lavishes from one side of my breast to the other.
    “Jesus, you have no idea how perfect your tits are. They’re . . . I just can’t pull myself away from them,” he growls into my cleavage as he reaches up under my dress to firmly grab each of my round cheeks. The way his fingers dig deep into the underside of my ass, so close to where my legs part, has me eagerly ready to spread my thighs for him. If he only knew how wet he was making me.
    I take it back. He knows. He fucking knows, because he’s just trailed his mouth down my ribcage and yanked my dress all the way down so that I’m standing here in nothing but my white panties and heels. “Oh fuck, Paige. Look at you,” he says, looking directly at the wet spot that’s dampened my panties before looking back up at me with those sexy hazel eyes of his. With a sexy grin, he says, “Did I do this?”
    I bite my lip and nod. “That’s all you, Elijah.”
    He chuckles to himself in disbelief. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of this moment in my head. I don’t even know how many times . . .” He slowly shakes his head before bolting straight up and scooping me into his arms in one swift move.
    “Holy shit.” I screech as I grab ahold of his neck. I’m in such shock from literally being swept off my feet that it takes me a second to realize just how strong this man is. His muscles are impressive, to be sure, but I never imagined anyone would be able to carry my butt all the way up a long, winding staircase.
    When we reach the master suite and as he carries me through the