“Doesn’t matter.” He shook his head and moved toward her. “Everyone has a come to Jesus moment on fourth and goal.”
“That’s something only a dumb jock would say.” Then, like the mature woman she was, she spun to her left and practically dove into the bathroom. She moved to the sink and placed a cool hand on the porcelain and one on her hot cheek. That was real adult. Call him a dumb jock and run away.
The door swung open and banged against the wall. “Stop running, Adele.”
She spun around and gasped. “You can’t come in here.” He closed the door and leaned back against it. She pointed to the tampon dispenser and stated the obvious, “This is the girls’ bathroom.”
He glanced about at the six stalls and two sinks before his gaze returned to her. “So it is.”
“You’ll get caught in here.”
He pushed away from the door. “It won’t be the first time.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I wasn’t until you came back into my life.” He moved across the floor toward her and took off his hat. “I see you, and I remember kissing you and touching you and making love to you. I want you more than I think I’ve ever wanted any woman.” He tossed the hat on the counter between the sinks. “I can’t help but wonder why you’re back in my life.”
“I’m here because my sister needs me.” She placed her hands on his chest and, for every step he took, she took a step back.
“I need you.”
“No. You want me.”
“Same thing.”
“No. Oxygen is something you need.” Her back hit the wall next to the last bathroom stall.
“Just be still,” he said, and placed his hands on her shoulders. “And stop running from me.”
“Stop coming after me.”
He shook his head as his brown gaze stared into hers. “I’m beginning to think I need you like I need oxygen.”
She knew the feeling. From beneath his cotton shirt, his hard, defined muscles warmed her palms, and instead of dropping them to her sides like a smart girl, she slid her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. What the hell. The curse will kick in. She lifted her face as he lowered his mouth to hers. His hands on her shoulders tightened, and for several long heartbeats, he remained perfectly still. Then he groaned deep in his throat and slid one hand to her waist. He brought her against his chest and kissed her. Like always, soft and sweet, creating a yummy suction as he drew her tongue into his mouth.
Adele dropped her purse to the floor, then plowed her fingers through the sides of his fine hair. Heat radiated from his chest and warmed her breasts. Her stomach felt light, her breathing heavy, as her nipples puckered into excruciatingly hard points. While his mouth made love to hers, she tried to remain still. She tried to keep her hands on the sides of his head and not roaming the hard contours of his chest and back, but then he slid his fingers beneath the bottom edge of her sweater and pressed his thumbs into her stomach, and she let her fingers do some walking all over him.
She pressed her legs together against the hot need pooling between her thighs. She reminded herself that they were standing in the girls’ bathroom at Cedar Creek High, and she could not pull his shirt from his Levi’s and feel his bare skin. She definitely couldn’t run her mouth all over him and eat him up like a hot fudge sundae, but until the curse kicked in and put an end to this madness, she was going to feel sexual desire pour all over her.
His thumbs fanned her skin and the tingling sensation spread up her chest. She turned her head to one side and turned up the heat. She gave him long, feeding kisses, and he pressed his erection into her pelvis.
“Mmm,” she moaned into his starving mouth, and wanted more before it all had to stop. He shoved a knee between hers as one hand moved from beneath her sweater to the top of her zipper. While his tongue plunged into her mouth, his fingers pulled the zipper down until it came free at the bottom. Then his hands were on her breasts, cupping her through her white satin bra.
He slid his mouth to the side of her throat, and her head fell to one side. “You don’t know how much I want you,” he groaned, as his hands slid to the back of her bra.
“Hooks in the front,” she whispered. Actually, she did know how much. He felt enormous and so hard that the pressure against her pelvis was almost painful. She lifted her knee up his thigh and wrapped her leg around his waist. He unhooked her bra and she rocked against him, feeling the hard pressure through her jeans and his.
His harsh breathing lifted his chest, and he pushed her sweater and the straps of her bra from her shoulders and down her arms. He pulled back to look at her, down at his big hands filled with the weight of her breasts.
“You’re the same as you were in college,” he said, his voice a harsh whisper.
“I’m older.” She gasped as his thumbs lightly stroked her puckered nipples, and she recalled the book about quarterbacks in his office and the quote about his “skilled hands.”
“Better.” He turned one hand and slowly brushed the backs of his knuckles across the aching tip of her breast. “Perfect.”
Adele looked up into his face, at his parted lips and brown eyes drugged with desire. Somehow she’d lost control of him and her and the situation. She’d waited for the curse to kick in. It hadn’t, and she’d lost the will and good sense to stop. She tore at the sweater and the straps of her bra, holding her wrists at her side, until they fell to the tiled floor. Then she slid her palms over his hard chest and shoulder and leaned forward to kiss him. He tasted good in her mouth, like hot, turned-on man. It had been three years since she’d felt anything so wonderful as Zach’s hands, his hot mouth, and his hard penis shoved against her.
Like the flash point of an escalating fire, the kiss ignited and turned all carnal and feeding, with hungry mouths and tongues. He rocked against her, rubbing the wet, aching places and stroking the fire. Her skin tingled, her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples painfully tight. It had been so long since she’d felt such delicious pleasure.
“Stop,” he groaned, as his hands moved to her behind and he shoved into her, pinning her hips to the wall. The wall felt cool against her back, and beneath her hands, his muscles turned hard as stone, and he froze. His lungs expanded as he inhaled a deep breath, and he whispered into her hair, “Tell me no.”
“No?”
“Sound more convincing.” His warm palm slid up from her waist, and left a hot trail up her bare stomach. “Slap my face.” His thumb brushed the underside of her breast. “Tell me we can’t do this here.”
She might have laughed or cried or kissed his neck if the sound of voices hadn’t penetrated her sexual haze and instantly doused the hot lust burning deep in her stomach. She reached for her sweater and purse, and Zach pulled her into a stall as the door to the bathroom swung open.
“He’s in my math class,” a teenage voice spoke. “He’s kind of cute.”
“He’s hot.”
“He asked me out. Do you think I should go?”
Zach held her purse as she shoved her arms inside her sweater.
“I don’t know. His girlfriend’s Sara Lynn Miller.”
“She’s ugly.”
“Yeah, you’re cuter.”
The sound of running water drowned out the girl’s voices as Adele put the ends of her sweater together and zipped it up.
“Someone left their hat in here,” one of the girls said as the water turned off.
Adele glanced up into Zach’s face. He stared straight ahead as if could see through the door. His expression stony.
“It’s a Cougars football hat. Only the players wear these.” There was a pause and then, “Who’s number twelve?”
Zach handed her her purse and closed his eyes as if someone should just go ahead and shoot him.
“I don’t know.”
“How did it get in here?”
Good question. Adele opened the stall door and closed it behind her. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied her white bra where it had fallen on the white tile floor. She hung the purse on her shoulder and moved to the sink toward two girls dressed in cheerleader outfits. She hoped they didn’t have to use the bathroom and notice her bra.
“Thanks,” she said, and plucked the black-and-green hat from one of the girl’s hands.
“That’s yours?” the girl asked.
“Yep.” Adele shoved it on her head and turned on the water. As she washed her hands, she looked through the mirror at one of the girls, who wore way too much eyeliner.
“Only the football players have those hats.”
And the coaches. “This isn’t one of the player’s hats.” She turned off the water and tore off a paper towel.
“It sure looks like it.”
“It’s similar.”
The girl with the eyeliner chewed her gum thoughtfully. “Where’d you get it?”
From the guy hiding in the last stall. She shrugged. “Internet.”
“Oh.”
They stared like they wanted to argue more, but in the end they gave her Kendra’s favorite “you’re so gay” look and walked out of the bathroom.
“Coast is clear,” she said as she tossed the paper towel into the garbage. The soles of her sneakers squeaked on the tiles.
“Zach?”
He didn’t answer, and she pushed the stall door. He sat on the back of the tank with his booted feet on the seat. His forearms rested on his thighs, and his hands dangled in front of his knees. “That was fucking close.” He looked up at her through his turbulent brown eyes. “You still think nothing is going to happen between us? Ever?”
No, she wasn’t sure. Not at all. “We stopped.” Which she could admit to herself was a pathetic answer.
He pointed to his right. “I was seconds away from getting you out of your pants and nailing you against that wall.”
She shook her head. “I doubt things would have gone that far.”
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