sports-romance

He__ done it again. Screwed up in a social situation and dragged the whole team down with hm. His new team. The ones who were counting on him to be a leader on and off the field. He__ led them, all right, almost into a brawl.

Bruiser stared in the mirror hanging in his locker and ran a comb through his blond hair, wishing he had dark hair like Harris, or a mean look like Zach, or even a guy-next-door like Derek. Hell no, he looked like a f***ing movie star and he f***ing hated it. _-Backfield in Motion

She stirs things inside me that I don't even know I'm feeling until it's too late. Whenever I'm around her, all I can think about is her, no one else, not even myself.

I've never been jealous of another teammate. Sure, some guys are faster than I am, stronger than I am, but none of them have ever tried to steal the girl I love away from me.

I__ frozen in place as his eyes rake over me.

That big chunk of my life that felt like it was missing has slid back into place. With him, I feel whole again. For the first time in a long time, I'm where I'm supposed to be with the person I'm supposed to be with.

He__ letting me see the real him, something he doesn__ allow a lot of people to see.

A soft moan escapes me, making him smile even more. He's too good at this.

His lips are against my ear and I feel the warmth of his body surrounding me, caging me in, comforting me.

This girl owns me, whether she realizes it or not. I'm a slave to her will.

Having a woman on the team is stirring things inside me that I never felt before while on the job.

I like imagining that he punished his body for me, torturing it into such spectacular shape, hoping that one day I'd be able to appreciate his efforts.

My heart starts to pound as he gets closer and closer to the stands, never taking his eyes off me.

I love the way he looks in his uniform, all man with just a hint of the boy I fell for all those years ago.

This kiss was different from the first one under the olive tree. That one had been unplanned, she was pretty sure. This kiss had intention and hunger branded all over it. It was like one of those kisses you read about in fairy tales__ut Alana had never imagined that such a kiss could cause bone-trembling shivers as well as bliss. She__ never considered the downside of the awakening kiss, of how the princess felt when the hero tore through the thorns or scaled the tower and speared heat and sex and life-changing energy into the princess__ world.

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment everything seems like it'll be okay. More than okay, actually.

I wanna explore your body. I wanna kiss my way up and down it all night long.

I have nothing to make me feel good, except for you. The last thing I want to do is turn you into my new drug of choice.