I can’t believe my coach assigned me a tutor. I’m all that on the field and between the sheets—who cares about my stupid grades?But Claire doesn’t treat me like I’m dumb. When we’re not busy fighting, she actually encourages me. And with those sexy curves of hers, I know just how to thank her.
I hate football players, but I need the money. Jake is just as cocky and arrogant as the worst of them … but his touch sets me on fire.
I have to believe he’s different, that he won’t use me and break my heart. Because I can’t stop wanting him. I just hope I survive the ride.
I love a good sports romance. Tia Lewis has written a sweet, sexy and heart-warming sports romance that will leave you with a smile on your face.
Claire is awkward, nerdy and focused on one thing – school. Jake is the star center for the football team. He wants to ride out his senior year, play football and get a job in the NFL, but, unfortunately, he is just coasting through school. Coach gives him an ultimatum, either he gets his grades up and stays focused with the help of a tutor or he is off the team. Claire and Jake are thrust together and it’s not all sunshine and roses. Claire hates football players and Jake thinks she is just a nerd. I bet you can figure out what happens next.
While there isn’t really anything new about the trope, it is a well-written book that will keep you entertained and pull at your emotions. I found myself rooting for Claire and Jake from the start. When they get together, they are hard not to love. There is, of course, the usual oh no moment when things go bad and it takes them a while to finally get their happily ever after, but when that moment comes, it is well worth the wait.
A few minutes later my phone vibrated on the table, and I read a text message that sent shivers down my body.
I want you, Claire. I’ll make you beg. I’ll fuck you until you can’t feel your legs. Whisper in your ear to come for me while you dig your nails into my back.
“Oh my God,” I blushed uncontrollably as his hand made its way back onto my legs. “Jake, stop!”
“Do you really want me to?” he whispered, moving steadily upward. “Tell me you really want me to, and I will.”
I should have. I knew that I should have. I should have made Jake stop. We were in the library, for crying out loud. People studied there. And we weren’t alone.
I looked around. I didn’t see any cameras. At the same time, that sneaky hand reached the inside of my thigh. I gasped, closing my eyes.
“I’ll stop. I will.” His hand disappeared up my skirt.
I opened my legs slightly, aching for his touch.
“Hmm,” he whispered, “I think you want me to keep going.”