And when he came, he groaned and laid his body over hers, his body shuddering against hers. He held tight to her and kissed her back as he rode out his orgasm.
Shaky and grasping for breath, she held on to the counter, Trevor holding tight to her.
He released her and he turned her around, cupping her face as he gave her a lingering kiss.
“That might have been a little bit more than a quickie.”
She brushed her fingers over his bottom lip. “You’re not going to get a complaint from me.”
He grinned, then they grasped at clothes as they raced upstairs. Haven did a quick cleanup and repair of her hair and makeup, then got dressed and met Trevor back downstairs. She once again found him leaning against the kitchen counter, only this time with a smug smile on his face.
“This is like déjà vu,” he said.
“Isn’t it, though?”
When she came to him, he pulled her into his arms and once again gave her a devastating kiss. Sparks of desire reignited.
“You start this again, we really won’t get there,” she said, rubbing her lips against his.
He skimmed his fingers up her arm, inciting delicious tingles.
“I can’t help it. You tempt me.”
Before they did end up spending the night in the house, she grabbed his keys and walked to the garage. “Come on, let’s go.”
His coach’s house was in Tampa, so it took about a half hour to get there. There was a full contingent of cars in the driveway and on the street.
“We’re late,” she said as they parked.
“That’s okay. I’ll tell Larry we were having sex. He’ll understand.”
She shot him a horrified look. “You will not.”
He laughed. “Come on.”
They rang the bell, and a woman opened the door. She was curvy and had gorgeous green eyes, with brown hair cut in a bob. She looked to be in her midforties and was absolutely beautiful. She smiled at Trevor.
“Hi, Trevor.”
“Hey, Sally. This is Haven. She’s working on an interview about me.”
“I’ve heard about the interview. Larry told me about it. Nice to meet you, Haven. Come on in, you two. Everyone else is already here.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. We were . . . delayed,” Trevor said. Haven felt herself blush.
“It’s no problem. We haven’t started dinner yet. Go make yourself at home. Larry’s in the living room with the guys. Haven, you can come in the kitchen with me if you’d like. All the women are in there. Or if you’d feel more comfortable hanging out with Trevor . . .”
“No, I’d love to come with you, Sally.”
With a lingering smile at Trevor, Haven followed Sally down the long hallway into a beautiful kitchen that was all turquoise and creams. It had a huge peninsula where several women were sitting, and a table off to the side where several more sat.
“Everyone, this is Haven. She’s here with Trevor.”
“Well, lucky you,” one of them said, then stood. “I’m Felicia, Brady McCall’s girlfriend.”
She recognized a few of the other women from the scavenger hunt, as well. She spotted Allison, Elvin’s girlfriend, and met Tania Ford, Rodney’s wife. Rodney was one of the offensive linesmen, and she’d interviewed him already.
She was introduced to the rest of them, and just hoped she’d remember all the names.
“What would you like to drink?” Sally asked. “We have wine, margaritas, iced tea, and water.”
“I’d love some wine.”
“Come choose which one,” Sally said, and Haven chose a sauvignon blanc.
Sally poured her a glass.
The kitchen also smelled great. She didn’t know what Sally was cooking, but she couldn’t imagine having to fix dinner for all these people.
“Is there something I can do to help with dinner?”
“No, thank you, Haven. We’ve got that under control. Steaks and chicken are already fixed and are warming, and the ladies here all brought sides. It’s an easy meal tonight.”
“Oh, Trevor didn’t tell me to bring a side. I’m so sorry.”
Sally laid her hand on Haven’s arm. “You weren’t required to bring anything. Just sit back and enjoy your wine.”
Haven took a seat at the table.
For a while, she sat and listened to the women chat. Being an outsider, she wanted to get a feel for the group. Many of these women had been together for a lot of years. It showed, too, as they talked kids and husbands and boyfriends and team wins and losses. They talked about the games and the guys traveling and what team they’d be playing next.
These women knew their football—and their players—an angle Haven hadn’t considered before. But it was in her head now, and it was something she wanted to explore.