CHAPTER 77

Jordan

“Not a good idea,” he whispers.

No, it isn’t. “Tomorrow night my dad and friends will be gone. I’ll do a sleep over at your place.” I say this while running my fingers through his shower dampened, clean hair.

He stands up straight and leans in so I can hear his softly spoken words. “Congratulations on the win today. Some night we need to sneak down here so I can fuck you on the thirty-six yard line, where you made that kick from.”

My belly tightens and my inner thighs actually quiver. I smooth my fingers across the waistband of his shorts and slip my fingers beneath the material. His hand takes mine and stops my roaming.

“You’re not helping.”

I run my cheek across his stubbled one and whisper back, “You know how good my fingers will feel around you and my—” I bite his earlobe. “My lips.”

I’m sure his growl can be heard past the door. “Check and see if I can leave without being seen,” he orders sharply.

“You’re no fun,” I pout but slide away from him and peek out the door. “You’