There's a huge game coming up this weekend and everyone is expecting Roan King to lead the team to another amazing victory! Tons of people are caravanning to UMass for the game. If you're a true RK fan, you're not going to want to miss this one! KingOfCampus.comI shake off the last remnants of sleep and roll toward Roan who is snoring soundly beside me. Sometime during the night, the sheet slid down so that it only covers the top of his low-slung shorts. The edges of the thin tan cotton are crumpled around his lean hips. Much to my delight, there's nothing but hot naked chest as far as the eye can see. To say that he's gorgeous is an understatement.Every time I stare at him, my heart stutters in response.It's doubtful that I could pull my gaze away even if I wanted to. Since he's still sleeping, I don't have to. I glance at the tips of his inky black hair that has a hint of curl to it to those ridiculously long lashes that are feathered across his cheeks.Seriously...wh

Roan King wandering around the fine arts building??? What's up with that? Hmmm...I can only imagine what he's doing there. I have the sneaking suspicion that a certain dancer has something to do with this... KingOfCampus.comEven though this is my fourth year attending Barnett, it's the first time I've stepped foot inside the fine arts building. Ivy said she needed to stay late and work with one of her professors on a solo she's preparing for a show at the end of the semester. Since I finished up practice early, I thought I'd meet her so we could head back to the apartment together. I hate the idea of her walking home alone.I head toward room 105...or maybe it's a studio. I have no clue. Throughout the corridor, there are framed photos of dancers. All the women are long and lean with builds similar to Ivy's. The men are muscular but not in a bulky, football-player-type of way. For a moment, I stop and study one of the posters.Is this the kind of guy Ivy usually goes fo

She holds my gaze for a long moment before nodding. "Yeah, I'd have to. Dance is so competitive. And if I have a chance to get in somewhere, I need to take it. It's what I've spent my entire life working toward."I nod, it's the same way I feel about football. Making it to the NFL has always been the dream. This is the first time my attention is divided between football and something else.I had assumed that, if things worked out between us, we'd have the rest of this year to be together before I get drafted. I hate the idea that she could leave at any given moment. I'm not trying to get ahead of myself here, because this is really new, but Ivy is the first girl I've wanted to explore a relationship with. I don't want to lose her. "And your dad is cool with you dropping out of school?"Ivy inhales a breath before pushing it out again. "He would prefer I finish my degree. But if I get an audition and make it, then he'll understand." She gathers up the wrappers and napkin

"Consider them lost," I whisper fiercely against her mouth.In three seconds flat, I make good on that promise. The boxers have disappeared and we're both naked, embracing one another as the sun strokes over our chilled flesh. My skin might be cold from the impromptu swim, but I'm burning up inside.Without another word, I wrap one arm under the back of her thighs as I hoist her into my arms. She can't weigh more than a buck twenty. She's so light. About half my weight.She nestles close to my chest as I carry her to the house and through the front door to my bedroom. Gently, I place her in the middle of the king-sized bed. Her body sinks into the feather comforter as her gaze burns into mine. For a moment, it feels as if my heartbeat stutters before pounding into overdrive.Again, I'm struck by the realization that this girl matters.She matters more than anyone else ever has.How's that for a kick in the balls?I get lost in the heaviness of my thoughts until she stret

I soothe my fingers over the fresh bruises blooming their way across his flesh before tugging the shirt down. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell him about the audition as we walk to the lot where his truck is parked. As much as I need his advice, I know Roan has a lot on his mind with the Bowling Green game coming up.The last thing he needs to worry about is me.I glance at him and notice the faint smudges under his eyes. He's working so hard. Up and out the door before I wake in the morning to workout in the gym before practice. Then its classes, studying, watching game film, and yet another practice before falling into bed only to get up and do the same thing all over again the next day.As much as I want to tell him to take it easy, I know it won't do a damn bit of good. He won't stop pushing himself until he achieves what he's set out to. His dedication and focus are only part of what I admire about him.It's lightly that I say, "You look tired."He smiles before pul