Page 27 of Racing Heat (The Forbidden Heat #2)

~JASE~

I’m lying here holding her. I have no idea what time it is, because I can’t see the clock, but a light glow is coming through the blinds.

I’m not even sure where my phone is. I think I laid it on my dresser before things started.

I lie there thinking about what we have today.

It’s a film day, which means we don’t have to be at the stadium until lunchtime.

Nate brings in lunch for the girls, and they eat while watching the next team we’re playing.

I try to go through who that could be, but my brain can’t focus on anything.

The only thing I can think about is how soft she feels in my arms. The smell of her hair—it’s lavender, I think, but I can’t be sure.

I replay the night before. All the sounds she made.

The way she couldn’t keep her eyes open when I made her come.

I want to relive every single second of it and then wake her up so that we can do it again and again.

I lean down and kiss the top of her head, but she doesn’t stir.

My hand runs up and down her arm. She fits so perfectly here, under my chin like this.

When we’re standing eye to eye when she’s in cleats, I never think of how small she is, not until she’s lying in my arms like this.

Like a doll that I want to do anything to protect.

I wonder how she’ll feel about all of this once she wakes up. Will she regret what we did?

I think about what it would mean if we were both fired.

Could she come and play in Manchester? Would they take her?

Sure, there’s a women’s team. But she’s green in the eyes of the NWSL, and to jeopardize such an early career by sleeping with a coach…

well, if I wasn’t the one she’d done it with, I would say it was a stupid move.

Cassie stirs and it pulls me out of my thoughts.

I lift my arms up so that she can move freely.

She doesn’t roll away from me, just stretches her arms and legs out a bit.

I push my hips back to keep her from nailing in my cock, which has been hard since I woke up and felt her softness and inhaled her scent.

It begs me to do something to wake her up fully and take her again, but I promised her some fun in the dual shower heads in my bathroom.

She’s going to get that eventually. I look down as her blue eyes flutter open.

“Good morning, beautiful. How was your night?” I ask her.

She chuckles. “I think you were there for the whole thing. So, you tell me. How was my night?”

I grin. “You were wonderful. It was a wonderful night.”

She sighs a content sigh. “It sure was.” She turns so that she’s now facing me. “How long have you been awake?”

“Just a few minutes. I didn’t want to wake you.” I grin at how beautiful, perfect, and small she looks lying in my bed. Her lightly tanned skin sets quite the contrast to my navy sheets. I lean in and place my forehead against hers. “What would you like to do this morning?”

She smiles and flushes. I’m not sure if it’s lust or if she’s remembering what we did last night, wondering if it can be done again.

Because I know I am. But I don’t want to push her or rush her.

She’s not like the other women who have warmed my bed since the divorce.

She wasn’t an itch to scratch or someone who ended up in here after too much to drink.

There aren’t just complications with this hookup, but feelings also.

And I know that I want to keep her in my life for as long as she’ll have me, no matter how rocky the road may be.

“What?” she asks.

My mental ramblings must have gone on longer than I thought.

I wink at her. “Nothing. Just thinking about how beautiful and perfect you look lying here. What are you in the mood for? Some food? A shower?” I tick off some options, hoping she’s going to go for the shower.

I would love to get her wet and naked in there.

Cassie groans as she stretches some more, backing up a bit so that she’s not smacking me with her limbs as she moves them. “I don’t know. What are you feeling up to this morning?”

I smile at her. It looks like shy Cassie is here. She seems unsure around me, like if she tells me what she’d like to, I might not agree to it.

“Whatever you want. If you want food, let’s go get some.

We can use the shower—just shower. I can take you here in bed again.

Or we can just lie here and talk.” I pull her toward me, and her arms snake around my neck like it’s a natural reaction.

“I’m not pushing for anything other than some more time with you.

But I’ll take you home if that’s what you want. ”

“You just might be the most perfect man I’ve ever met,” she says.

“Why?”

“I hadn’t realized that the broody Englishman I met on my first day of training would be so gentle and kind with me.”

“What, when you met me you didn’t imagine crawling into bed with me like this?” I tease her.

“No, I sure didn’t.”

“What made you call me broody?”

She giggles and I want to bring my lips down to hers and steal the sound. But I don’t. I let her explain.

“Don’t you remember? You really didn’t talk to anyone other than the goalies at first. At least not until August started bringing you around. You never smiled, and you barely said two words. You were studying everyone like we were some kind of science experiment.”

“Wow.” I pull back at her honesty. I was a little bit miserable when I first showed up because I knew no one and I was having to rebuild my life. Sure, it was by choice, but it wasn’t easy. “And you still agreed to go out with me and end up in my bed. I’m impressed.”

She shrugs a shoulder. “Oh, come on, I knew there was more to you than that. I just wasn’t sure how much.”

I lean in, capturing her lips. “I’m glad I didn’t completely scare you off.”

“Me too.” She leans in closer so that our noses are touching. “What would you say to a shower? I really want to check out those dual heads.”

I chuckle. “Your wish is my command.”

“Is that in all things?” she asks as she climbs out of bed. I follow her, watching her stretch and move her muscles.

“Yes, I think it is. Remember, I told you that I want to make you beg. So, you might have to work for it a bit.”

“I’m up for the challenge,” she calls over her shoulder as she makes her way into my bathroom.

I follow her in and she’s standing there giving me a perfect view of her ass as she studies the shower.

“You want to give it a spin?” I waggle my eyebrows at her.

She looks over her shoulder. “You know I do.”

I move around and turn on the knob that’s positioned in the middle of the shower, allowing both of them to be controlled at the same time, setting them to the same temperature and pressure. “It’ll be just a minute to warm up,” I explain, placing kisses on her shoulders.

She arches her back into me. “Okay.” Her words come out all breathy and lazy. I can tell she’s going to be ready for round two in that shower.

I reach around her and open the door. She steps in and under the center of the spray. Both heads meet in the middle, covering her body with warm water. Her brown hair is growing wet. It’s the sexiest fight I’ve ever seen. I just stand there and stare at her.

“You are perfection,” I tell her. “What I wouldn’t give to have this view every morning.”

She giggles. “Well, I’m sure that could be arranged for some mornings, but not all.

But if you’re really that in love with the view, take a picture, because I need you to come into this shower with me.

I was promised some fun this morning, and while I can have it in here alone”—she trails a hand down her toned stomach to her pussy— “I’d much rather have it with you. ”

I chuckle. “Okay, give me a second.”

I leave the bathroom and grab for my phone. I hurry back into the bathroom, pulling up the camera app. I snap a picture, and she laughs. I snap another as her hand cups her pussy.

“Whenever you’re done taking pictures for your spank bank, you can come in here and play with the real thing.”

I choke on air at her boldness. She laughs as I cough it out and clear my throat, discarding my phone on the counter.

I step into the shower with her. “I think this is going to be my new favorite room in the house.” I back her up so that she’s up against the shower wall.

The spray is mostly hitting me. I command her lips with a kiss and let my hands run up and down her sides, stopping to cup the sides of her ass and brush up against the smallest bit of her breasts.

Her hips do a bit of a circle, like she’s trying to get some friction. I pull back and see that her blue eyes are almost a navy color and full of desire. I dip my hand between us and cup her sex. She moans at the contact, her hips bucking up, letting me know that she wants more.

“You are always so greedy with me,” I whisper.

“I really want you.”

“You mean you’re not always like this? Naturally greedy?”

She shakes her head slightly. “No, Jase, it’s you. You make me this hungry for you. You and only you.”

I claim her mouth while I claim her pussy. I dip my fingers into the folds, feeling her push into my hand as she circles her hips. “I really wanted to get in here and take my time with you, but fuck, I don’t think that I can.”

I grab her leg and enter her. She cries out as we become joined. “This might be a little hard and fast.”

She just nods and pulls my mouth back to hers.

Holding her leg around my waist, I use it as leverage to pump in and out of her faster.

She’s moaning into my kiss, and I pull back and trail soft kisses down her neck.

She arches into me, pushing her breasts in my face as much as she can from this angle.

I know what she wants, what she needs. I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth.

It pulls me out of her slightly, but Cassie’s not having that.

Grabbing ahold of my hip, she forces me back inside her.

I tweak the nipple that was just inside my mouth, and she moans and calls out for more. I give her more, moving faster and faster so that the only sounds that can be heard in the shower are our moans and the slapping of skin.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I cry out. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, please. Give it to me.”

I work her harder and faster until I feel her pussy clamp down.

That’s all it takes for me to spill into her as she rides out the wave of her own orgasm.

Waves of pleasure crash over me, and all I can do is hold on to her and watch her face, the way her mouth is slightly open, and her eyes are wild with desire.

“You are absolutely incredible,” I tell her when my breathing has slowed.

“Why, thank you. You are so unexpected in the best way possible.”

I get ready to ask what she means by that but decide against it. Instead, I lean down and give her a tender kiss. “We should get you cleaned up so that I can feed you.”

She nods in agreement. “Yeah, for some reason I’m starving.”

I chuckle. “Me too.”

I move so that she can stand under the spray of one of the showers and I take the other. She runs the water through her brown hair, and I reach for a bottle of my shampoo and squeeze some out. “May I?” I ask her, holding up my hands.

She nods and turns around, and I rub the lather into her hair, making sure to massage the scalp as I go. She moans and leans back into me.

“That feels so good.”

“You seem to say that a lot when I touch you,” I tease her.

She turns and begins to rinse out the shampoo. “What can I say? You’re magic.”

“So are you,” I tell her, as I begin shampooing my own hair.

We don’t say much more as we shower. She washes her body and face, and I do the same. It’s not awkward, though. There are tender looks and touches. I reach down to her pussy with bodywash on my hands.

“I made it dirty. I should clean the kitty.”

She flushes. “Yes, you should.”

I rub the lather through the folds, and her eyes close slowly. I want to take her again and again, but I don’t. Instead, I clean her while she moans at my touches.

We manage to finish up in the shower without incident and get ourselves dressed for the day—Cassie in her outfit from last night and me in shorts and a T-shirt, ready for my film viewing at the office.

“We better get your breakfast on the road. It’ll soon be time for you to leave your apartment for the stadium.”

Cassie bites her lip. “Someone might notice you dropping me off. Some of the girls walk to get coffee in the morning. We’ll be spotted.”

I nod, trying to think of the best way to handle this. “Do you want to take a walk back from the coffee shop.”

She considers it for a moment. “In my dress?”

“Yeah, that won’t work.” I pull out my phone and look at the area around her complex on my phone.

“There’s an alley near your complex. You’d have to walk down it and one street over, but it would get you in the back entrance.

Since you’re farther in the back, you might be able to sneak in unnoticed. ”

“Let’s do it,” she says, leading the way out of my bedroom.

I feel guilty about the situation once more.

I’m not ashamed of her. I’m sure she knows that it’s the situation we’re in, but still, I would like to walk to her door.

Give her a goodbye kiss that leaves her breathless and wanting more later.

But I can’t. That’s something I’ll have to get used to because there’s no doubt in my mind that things will not mop up cleanly and the consequences will be greater than what Mac and Danny faced.