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With NFL scouts watching my every move, the last thing I should be thinking about is Quinton Toro, my awkwardly sexy, genius tutor who makes me think naughty thoughts. I might fantasize about everything about him at night, but I’ve worked too hard for too long to slip up now.
But if it came down to having him or a career in the NFL, which would I choose? The answer should be obvious, right? Then why can’t I get the way he looks at me out of my mind?
I might be in trouble.
The problem with falling in love for the first time is that it makes you do crazy things like think you have a shot with the drop-dead gorgeous quarterback, who is not only focused on going pro, but has a girlfriend.
He is the one who insists we spend time together. That’s got to mean he likes me, doesn’t it? Why can’t I figure this out?
And, how is he going to feel when he learns how much trouble comes with being with me? The only thing I can hope is that we can figure out a way to be together. But could love overcome all of that?
With the deafening silence enveloping us, I couldn’t take it anymore. Cage was so close that it was torture not to touch him. I had to at least see the beautiful body whose heat consumed me. So, moving like it was the most natural thing in the world, I rolled over settling on my side.
Buried in the shadows, I opened my eyes. He was on his side facing me. His eyes were closed. Maybe he was asleep. If he was, it meant that I could look at him unhindered. I could examine every contour of his angular, masculine face.
Cage was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. His wavy hair that lay gently across his forehead, his broad shoulders that sat uncovered, his lightly hairy chest, I desperately wanted to touch him. To feel the heat of his skin next to mine would be enough to live the rest of my life on.
Needing to be closer to him, I moved my hand onto the bed between us. I was less than a foot away from his sleeping body and didn’t dare to get any closer. I wanted to. God did I want to, but I knew I couldn’t… until, as if sensing me there, Cage moved his hand between us an inch away from mine.
I could feel the heat of him on me. I could barely breathe. Parting my lips as my heart thumped, I couldn’t stand it. I needed to be closer. Being apart from him hurt too much.
Moving my fingers slowly, I stretched them out. They weren’t long enough. He was right there. I could practically feel them. I would need to move my entire hand if I wanted his touch. Could I do that, though? Should I do it?
My debate didn’t matter because as if he needed it too, his strong hand crossed to mine and moved on top of it. It was him who had done it. It could have been the reflex actions of someone asleep, but I didn’t think it was. He wanted to hold my hand and I wanted to hold his.
So, shifting my fingers delicately, I allowed his fingers to fall between mine. When they did, I moved mine so that they touched his. It was everything I had hoped it would be. I tried to breathe without making a sound but it was the most sensual moment of my life. His touch was a swirling wind that encircled my warm, naked body.
I was in love with Cage. I could no longer deny it. And, touching him in the moonlight, there was nowhere else in the world I would rather be.