Free Blitzed by the Brit: A Secret Baby Sports Romance by Jessica Ashe Page B

lips to suppress a smile and shakes her head. “Stop bringing the subject around to sex. Come on, you have work to do.”
    Becky and I both read the same passage from the book I have to read for my next class. After a few minutes, I realize she’s frantically highlighting her book whereas my highlighters still remain untouched on the table.
    May as well give this a go.
    I grab the yellow and green pen and start coloring in my textbook like a young child. I even shove a few stickies in there for good measure.
    “What do you think?” Becky asks when I get to the end.
    “Okay, I guess. It’s a little unbelievable.”
    “Why? Do you mean his reaction to seeing his wife kissing another man?”
    “I just can’t believe he fell for it. The text says that his wife despises this other man, but she kisses him because she wants her husband to catch her. That would never work.”
    “Why not?”
    “If she hates this man, there’s no way she’d be able to make the kiss look convincing. He’d see through it a mile off.”
    “Are you telling me that kisses only mean something between people who love each other? That sounds awfully dubious coming from someone like yourself. No offense.”
    “It’s not that. You don’t need to love each other, but there needs to be some passion there. She feels no passion for this man and therefore the kiss wouldn’t have been convincing.”
    “Actors do it all the time. Do you really think they feel passion for every person they kiss?”
    “No, and I can tell. The kisses look fake.”
    “I disagree. People kiss all the time. It doesn’t have to be anything special.”
    “If you can’t tell the difference, then I don’t think you’ve ever had a really passionate kiss.”
    Becky opens her mouth, and then shuts it again as she realizes she may be about to walk into a trap.
    Without thinking, my hand reaches out under the table and lightly brushes against her thigh. She gasps and jolts her leg away, but seconds later she slowly moves it back against my fingers. I’ve always acted on instinct around women, but this is the first time it’s scared me.
    It scares me how much I want her. She feels like the first woman I’ve ever touched. The heat coming from her thighs and between them feels unfamiliar and tantalizing. I gently squeeze her leg and watch her reaction, although she won’t make eye contact with me, instead staring down intently at the desk.
    She doesn’t move my hand away, but she doesn’t touch me back either. This confirms I’m right about her wanting me, but unfortunately I’m also right about her not wanting to act on it. She’s been with a footballer before, and I can tell it’s left her scarred.
    When she finally looks up at me, I expect to hear her protest and say ‘we shouldn’t do this.’ Or ‘someone might see.’ Instead she’s silent.
    I act on instinct again, leaning forward and kissing her gently on the lips. Again, she doesn’t push me away, but neither does she return the kiss. My lips are on hers for three long seconds until she finally opens her mouth slightly and lets my tongue slip inside.
    I immediately forget we’re in the library. I want her so much I wouldn’t hesitate to take her right now on this table. Becky would probably draw the line there, though.
    My hand moves slowly up her thigh, but now she stops me. She grabs my hand and firmly lifts it off her leg, while taking her lips away from mine. She doesn’t say anything, but there’s a slight shake of the head which tells me I’m not getting any further with her right now.
    “I don’t want to mess around anymore, Becky. I want you. Now.”
    “I can’t. I’m your tutor.”
    “We’re both students. You’re not a teacher and I’m not a child. Stop using that as an excuse.”
    “It won’t work between us. I’ve been here before.”
    “I don’t know what happened with your last boyfriend, but I am not him. You can’t lump all footballers together.”
    “I’m getting a