I have a two-hundred-and-twenty-five-pound quarterback parked like a Hummer between my legs, touching me like I’m the most magnificent thing he’s ever felt. He’s been thinking about kissing me. Girls have been throwing themselves at him all summer, and he’s been thinking about me. I ignore the little voice that desperately wants to compare him to Jacob because for once in my life, I’m not going to overthink this. I don’t care about the rumors swirling around Daren’s personal life because I don’t plan to be in it long enough to find out whether or not they’re true. This is about having a good time, plain and simple. And the man plastered to my body is all the encouragement I need to shut off my brain. Besides, if my ex can bang cage girls two at a time, I can cut loose too. Just once. Daren growls against my mouth, and my heart races. See, Jacob.
