I am still flying high this weekend on the release of my sexy soccer story SCORED and the fact that it has already won the prestigious Golden Nib Award from Miz Love Loves Books!!
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Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?
So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?
Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.
He was just too tempting. Too damn gorgeous, and the impulse to fling myself at him, strip him naked and lick every inch of his body was almost overwhelming.
A knock at the door caught my attention.
Trying to suppress a bubble of excitement that it might be the one person I wanted to see but had been forbidden to, I looked through the spy hole.
A deep blue eye stared back at me, unblinking.
I started a little, pressed my hand to my chest and tugged the door open.
“I saw Fellows talking to you and I just wanted to check you were okay,” Lewis said then glanced toward the elevator.
“Yes. I think so.”
He frowned. “Can I come in?”
“Do you think you should?” Wouldn’t that just be aggravating the situation further? The more time I spent with Lewis the more time I wanted to spend with him, and that would end badly for everyone, especially my heart. Guys like Lewis Tate dated super-models, glamour girls, Hollywood starlets not sports journalists. This was just a glitch in my fate. Soon everything would get back to boring normality.
“If I think so is the answer to my question of are you okay then yes, I do think I should come in.” He didn’t wait for my response, just pushed into the room.
I stepped away, Fellows’ words ringing in my ears—do not make yourself available for conversations with the England team. Well, I wasn’t. Lewis had sought me out for the second time. He was making himself available for conversations with me.
Lewis shut the door and walked across the room.
I retreated toward the end of the bed. Half turned away from him.
“Nicky,” he said with a frown.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“According to Fellows no, I shouldn’t, but let’s get this straight. I don’t give a fuck what he says. He’s my manager when it comes to the game but he’s not in charge of me when I’m off the pitch. In case you hadn’t noticed I’m a grown man. I can decide for myself what I do and don’t want to do.”
The sharp tone of his voice rang around the walls and I turned, surprised at his vehement declaration.
He folded his arms. “I go along with his no-wives-or-girlfriends rule when we’re playing big tournaments for the sake of the younger players. Taylor, for example, is fresh from leaving home. Give him free rein in a place like this, a wallet full of cash and stardom gone to his head and he wouldn’t be able to think of anything but getting laid, and we need him out there on the pitch. We need his mind to be focused on one thing only—defending.”
I hesitated for a moment. “And is that what you’re thinking about?”
“What do you mean?”
He cocked his head and gave an irritated huff. “Give me some credit.”
I glanced down at my dress, plucked a tiny bit of fluff from my abdomen. “I’m just trying to understand what you’re doing in my room again, Lewis.” Maybe he was a sadist and enjoyed seeing women fall for him then tossed them aside and watched the carnage.
“You really want to know why I’m here?” His voice was low and serious.
He moved over to me, did that thing again where he filled my vision and flooded all of my senses. He cupped my cheek in his palm and his gaze latched onto mine, soft but somehow burning with intensity. “I’m just a guy who likes a girl, Nicky. That’s why I’m here.”
He’s just a guy who likes a girl and that girl is me?
Warmth from his hand seeped right through me and settled in places that begged for attention. My heart swelled with the words he’d just said. I was a girl who liked a guy too. But there was so much in our way. Was here and now even vaguely professional for either of us?
“We can’t do this.”
“We’re not doing anything,” he murmured, sliding his other arm around my waist and pulling me close.
I rested my hands on his chest, felt the small hard points of his nipples beneath my palms. “I think we are doing something,” I said, struggling to keep a shake from my voice. The feel of his body, solid and defined, was sending my hormones into a tail-spin. I tried desperately to think rationally. “Fellows said if England lost he would point the finger at me.”
Lewis’ jaw tightened and the beautiful softness left his eyes. “He’s out of line saying something like that to you.”
“Well I know, but…”
“He seemed pretty confident when he said he’d make sure the whole country was after my blood if England lost.” I gave a small shudder.
“Not a nice thought to go to sleep on, actually.”
He was quiet for a moment, his lips a flat line. “I won’t let that happen.” He slid his hand from my cheek and took a lock of my hair between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it gently so the strands fanned out. “No one will hurt you because of me. I promise.”
“That’s a big promise to make.”
“It simply makes us equal.”
His heavenly scent and the low murmur of his voice was settling my nerves. “Equal?”
“Yeah, you’ve promised to only use my name in your reports when writing about football. Nothing else that is said or happens between us will be in the public domain.”
“Of course, that is the ethic I work by and—”
“And, I promise not to let Fellows harm you personally or professionally.” He stopped fiddling with my hair and rested his hand on my shoulder. A flash of uncertainly crossed his face. “Of course, it all depends on one thing.”
I swallowed tightly. “And that is?”
“Do you like me, Nicky?”
There was a vulnerability about him in that instant, and if I wasn’t falling for him already with all the grace of super-sized tornado, I certainly would be now. “You’re one of my favorite players. I’ve admired you from afar for many years. But as a guy, who you are off the pitch, I…” I struggled to put my thoughts into words.
He swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “Go on.”
“Off the pitch I don’t know you very well, though what I do know, yes…” I smiled up at him. “I like you very much.”
I felt him relax. “In that case we’ll figure this out.”
He pulled me closer.
I slid my hands upward, over his collarbones, and linked my fingers at his nape. The ends of his hair tickled my wrists, and my breasts pressed just below his pecs. Once again an image of us naked, writhing on the bed and giving in to carnal desires flooded my thoughts. I’d never wanted a man as much as I wanted Lewis Tate. There was just something about him that set me on fire.
“Dance with me,” he said onto my lips. “Forget about all of the craziness. It’s just us in here, no one else. Nothing else.”
He began to sway and I became aware of the violin music on the TV. It was a lovely gentle tune that wrapped around us, became part of us, and my body moved instinctually in time with it, in time with Lewis.
“You even smell pretty,” he whispered.
“Thank you. So do you, well…” I giggled. “Not pretty, manly I suppose.”
“I’m glad you clarified that.”
For a few moments we just held each other and moved slowly to the music. I was hyperaware of every section of my body that was touching his, from my chest right down to our toes that knocked occasionally.
“I was worried,” he said, pulling back slightly. “After I kissed you in the elevator.”
“That you’d be angry with me.”
“Erm, no. Actually, I liked it, very much.”
“Me too.” His mouth twitched into a half smile. “But I hadn’t asked you. I just did it. I don’t know what came over me. It was like you’d put a spell on me or something.”
I grinned. “I’m glad whatever spell was cast worked.”
His face was so close our breaths were mingling.
“Does that mean I can do it again?” he asked.
“I think we just established that you don’t need to ask.”
He stopped our gentle dance, paused for a second, then rested his lips over mine. His mouth was barely parted and his damp tongue just warmed the center of my bottom lip.
I pressed myself to him. Touched the tip of my tongue to his and allowed myself to get lost in the deliciousness of his flavor and the way he was squeezing me tight. His arms were solid around me and I could feel the power harnessed within his muscles. He was so strong yet so gentle. It was an intoxicating combination that hit all the right buttons in me.
Quickly the kiss intensified, not so that it became fast and frantic, just deep and soul-searching. I adored how he played with my tongue and explored my mouth. I gave as good as I got, drinking him up, catching my breaths when I could.
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I pulled him closer. Delighted in the sudden zap of sensation that seared up my spine when he ran his hands down my back and cupped my buttocks. I had no choice but to give in to the heat and longing building within me. My pussy was damp and my skin greedy for every caress. Sex was taking over all my thoughts.
He lifted me by my bum cheeks, onto my toes and trapped me tight against his body. I gasped into his mouth as the steely length of his erection prodded my abdomen.
“Ah, honey, you’re driving me nuts,” he murmured, then kissed me again—eagerly, hungrily, as though he might never stop.
If I’d thought I was turned on before, I was sorely mistaken, because now lust flowed in my veins like lava spewing from a volcano. Nothing could stop it. I had to get acquainted with the damn fine specimen of a cock that was jutting eagerly at my belly. A nuclear bomb could detonate outside the hotel and I wouldn’t notice. Lewis Tate was hard, for me. Life had never been so good.
I slid my hand down between our bodies and squeezed his shaft through his jeans, firm and confident, then gave a small upward stroke that was a promise of what was to come.
He groaned into my mouth. “That feels so good but I want to touch you too.”
“Touch away.” I was pressing and stroking his cock now. Loving how it felt so rock-solid beneath the denim as though bursting to be free.
He released my buttocks, found the zipper at the top of my dress and whizzed it open.
I was aware of the material loosening then falling away as he smoothed the straps over my shoulders and down my arms.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, casting his gaze over my body.
I was forced to move my attentions from his cock as he slipped the dress off me completely and let it puddle on the floor at my feet. The air was cool stroking my skin, but I was glad of it. I was on fire and the flames needed tending to—now.
“Lewis, I—” I reached for him again.
“Wait.” He held me at arm’s length, his eyelids heavy and his lips parted. “Let me look at you. You just about blew my mind down at the pool the other day. Not grabbing you and making you mine was nothing short of torture.” He tightened his grip on my shoulders. “That would have made quite a spectacle of in front of the guys, though.”
“Yes, it certainly would have.” I couldn’t help but eye the impressive bulge at his groin. I was itching to get a hold of him again.
“Don’t throw the white bikini away, will you?” he said.
“Why not? It’s useless.”
“It’s perfect, but just not for wearing in public.” He pulled me close and the sensation of his clothes scratching against my bare flesh was divine.
“Well that’s the only time I swim, in public. I don’t have a private pool, you know.”
Of course he did. Duh.
“And if we go for a swim together in private, I’m going to insist you wear that bikini.”
“Oh, will you now.” My breasts were engorged with longing and my nipples tight little twists that ached for stimulation.
“Yeah, because next time I see you in that bikini I’m not going to be able to stop myself from attending to the raging hard-on it gives me.” He scooped my breast into his hand, caught my nipple between his fingers and tugged slightly.
I watched, fascinated, and let pleasure wash through me. “Is that so?”
“You’d better believe it.” He caught my mouth in a sudden ravenous kiss. I clung to his shoulders, bowled over by determination that had apparently robbed him of patience.
Which was good, because my patience was all used up too.
I was practically naked.
He soon would be.
Then we would fuck.
It was the only thing that could happen next. My sanity depended upon it.
I hope you enjoyed that sexy snog, if you want to read Lewis and Nicky's entire story you can buy SCORED here.
Have a wonderful day.