Free ROMANCE: DBL Coverage (Bad Boy Sports Romance)(Alpha Male Football Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Womens Fiction Romance) by Carly White Page B

wobbly, but she wanted nothing more than to kiss it.
    Andre watched her for a moment, giving her a shoulder to grab onto when her legs didn’t want to cooperate. “It gets better when you ride more. You did pretty good for your first time. It was your first time, wasn’t it?”
    She nodded, but wouldn’t meet his gaze. Namadi was starting to feel the chill from not having him no longer next to her. She wanted to feel him against her again. There were so many things that she had never done. There were so many things that she desperately wanted to do and when Andre looked down at her like that, Namadi decided that she didn’t want to go on without doing one of them.
    As she had done before, she leaned in. He was already touching her arm gently as he had tried to steady her and neither one had found it necessary to break the contact. Now the grip on his shoulder turned him to face her and she waited for him to make a move. When he didn’t, she leaned in the last few inches to have him the rest of the way. Groaning against her as their lips met, Andre pulled her in roughly against his solid chest.
    Only when she could no longer think of nothing else but him, did Namadi finally feel him move away. Her eyes were still closed. Her lips still felt the wet heat of his lips on hers, long after they were gone. As her dark eyes met his blue ones, there was something new in them. When he moved back in for a kiss, she was more than happy to oblige him. There was something about the way he felt, the way his kiss was so soft, yet had such a powerful effect on her senses.
    Namadi melted into his arms and it was only when she felt the hands moving down her back and cupping her backside that she realized what they were doing. It was too much, too fast for her and her senses balked. “Sorry Namadi. You just had this look in your eyes like you needed another kiss.”
    She did, but to want something and to be able to handle it once you got it was two very different things. “It’s okay.” She wanted to say more, but it was the look in his eyes that made it impossible. She moved back so that there was some space in between them. “Where are we?”
    “A little town I know where we can lie low. I want to see what they are saying on the news, if anything has been found out.”
    “You really don’t know what all of this is about, do you?”
    He shook his head and Namadi almost laughed. All of it had been done to get information and it would seem that he was as out of the loop as everyone else was. She didn’t ask any more about it, just followed him towards the small cabin in the middle of an open field. It was picturesque if they weren’t on the run. If she wasn’t saddled to a man that knew less than she did about what they were doing there.
    Andre found a key where he left it and though the place hadn’t been used in some time, he knew that he would find everything that he needed there. It was a place that the gang used when heat got to be too much on any one member. It was also the place his father had retreated with his young son when his mother died. There was a mix of emotions as he heard the familiar sound of the key turning in the lock. Andre didn’t know if he was happy to be back or not, but it was nice to have somewhere to call home while he figured out what was going on.
    Setting down his jacket after he pulled it off, he showed Namadi where the bathroom was after she asked to go. Andre grabbed a beer from the fridge and took a long drink. He had known that all of it was a bad idea, but he hadn’t seen it turning out so poorly without any results. He had never even seen the man that he was protesting and he didn’t even know why he was doing it, but his father had asked it of him and that was enough. With him at the hideout and his father more than likely in prison, it didn’t feel like the choices made were the right ones after all.

Chapter 6
    “Things took a turn for the worse in the Waterton saga as my own