“Even better. Ask Rena and Jazzy, they’re constantly having to turn these guys down. Doesn’t stop the guys from trying every year though.”
“Gabe,” she said, still disbelieving. “College guys didn’t want me when I was in college, why would they want me when I’m old?”
I ran my finger down her cheek, stopping to brush the pad across her full lower lip.
“Babe, I can guarantee you that the guys did want you in college. With those glasses, that hair, and your body … no question. But now, as a woman? A smart, sexy, funny, quirky, and cute-as-hell woman? I’m going to be the envy of all the guys, young and old-er.”
Zoey’s face turned soft and her eyes grew misty.
“No one has ever said anything like that to me before.”
“Get used to it,” I said, then lowered my head to kiss her lightly. “Now, are you playing with us or do you want to watch?”
“I think I’d feel more comfortable watching.”
“Sounds good, babe. Wish me luck?”
“Good luck,” she replied, then put her hand behind my head and pulled me down for one more kiss.
Chapter Twenty ~ Zoey
I don’t know how it happened … Really, I don’t.
One minute I was sitting on the bleachers, warm from Gabe’s words and wondering how long the game was going to last, eager to get back to my computer, and the next Gabe’s shirt came off and he started playing football.
That’s all that happened, but it flipped a switch in me that I didn’t know was wired.
And it was wired straight to my libido.
No lie.
Gabe started barking orders at his team, his face all business, and I watched as his muscles rippled with each movement. Each pass. Each catch. Each step of his feet.
I’d never thought of myself as shallow, or someone who would ever be caught up by the way a person looks, let alone mesmerized by some muscles, but there was something about Gabe on a football field that was magic.
Pure, sexual, makes you want to lick the sweat off his body, magic.
I could barely stand it. What was probably only an hour of action tops seemed like a lifetime of torture.
By the time he was giving high fives to Reardon, Dillon, and the girls, celebrating their win, I was so wound up that I feared one look at me and everyone would know I was about to explode, so I hightailed it out of there.
Not thinking, I headed straight for my old cabin, then when I realized my stuff was no longer there, I had to decide whether to go to my new cabin or to Gabe’s, which was where I’d dropped my gym bag and laptop for the night. Needing privacy, I redirected myself to Gabe’s and let myself inside, shutting the door firmly behind me.
Suddenly assaulted by the smell of Gabe, my eyes darted around the room until they landed on his unmade bed. Even as I walked over to it, I wondered who this woman was … I’d never reacted to a man the way I did with Gabe, and I’d never been so turned on that I felt a burning need for release.
But it happened.
I crawled into Gabe’s bed, snuggled into his sheets, and closed my eyes, allowing his scent to fuel my senses, as I did what I needed to find relief.
I was coming down, a smile on my lips, when the door crashed open and Gabe rushed inside.
“Zoey,” he said loudly, both his sudden presence and his voice startling me and making me jump up guiltily. “Is everything okay?”
“Uh … yeah,” I breathed, and I just knew my face was as red as a cherry tomato.
Gabe stopped at the foot of the bed, his head swinging around as he tried to figure out what was going on.
“I saw you rush off the field and was worried something had happened,” he said, running his hand through his damp hair. He must have hurried after me, because he was still shirtless.