Tell Me You Want Me by Amelia James Read Free Book Online

good you really are." She smiled at him, and Austin caught a hint of mischief in her eyes.
    Damn it, this is torture! "You are talking about football, right?" He usually did the teasing, but he enjoyed being on the receiving end for a change.
    "For now."
    They stopped in front of the football cages. That sneaky little devil knew exactly what she was doing, even if he didn't. "As you wish."
    He picked up a football and slammed it between his hands, reveling in his element. His first throw was short, quick and dead-on accurate. Twelve yards. First Down.
    "Not bad," Jane said.
    "Just wait till I get warmed up." The next pass had more power behind it. Fourteen yards. A crowd gathered to watch him.
    "You have an audience."
    Mostly female, he noticed, but that didn't matter. He just wanted Janie to watch. "I'm used to it."
    Each pass got longer and stronger. Twenty-one, twenty-seven, thirty-two yards. He launched a rocket into the center of his target. Fifty-two yard touchdown pass! The crowd cheered.
    "You are good." She smiled and watched as his friends and fans congratulated him. They loved their quarterback for good reason.
    "Thank you, Janie. That means a lot to me." She was proud of him. Proud of him! That felt better than all the praise heaped on him by people he barely knew. Maybe he was good enough.
    He shook a few hands and accepted some pats on the back, then shooed the crowd away and reached for her. "Come here and let me show you how it's done."
    He pulled her into his arms and turned her back against him, so he could show her how to hold the ball. Guiding her arm, he whispered instructions in her ear, pressing his lips closer than he needed to.
    She followed his orders and threw for fifteen yards on her first try.
    "Great job." He swatted her behind and braced himself for a reprimand.
    "You're a great teacher." She smiled and kissed him.
    "You're a natural." He couldn't believe he'd gotten away with that ass slap.
    "When you're good, you're good."
    He laughed. "This is a new experience for me."
    "What's that?"
    "I've never dated an athlete before. I've only gone out with girls who throw like girls."
    Jane smiled and threw a short fast pass directly to the center of the target. "You mean cheerleaders aren't real athletes?"
    "Not the ones I go out with. They're more like... entertainment."
    She winced.
    "Bad choice of words, I know."
    "Yeah, but at least you're honest."
    "That's true." He put his hands on her hips and showed her how to put more torque into her throw. "I don't lie and I don't cheat." His body matched her motion, his groin rubbing against her ass. Damn, that felt nice. "I always break up with a girl before I go out with someone else."
    "Oh that's comforting." She rolled her eyes and picked up another football. "So you've never been with two girls at once?"
    "Well, there was this one time—" He shut his mouth so fast he nearly bit his tongue off. "Shit. Did I say that out loud?"
    Jane turned and looked at him over the top of her glasses, and laughed. "Honest to a fault."
    "My only fault." For some reason, talking to her came a little too easily. He knew she meant to give him an intimidating stare, but it was damn sexy too.
    "Don't expect me to tell you what mine are."
    "I can't find any, and believe me...." He offered his most wicked grin. "...I've looked close."
    When she turned and reprimanded him again with her eyes, his arms tightened around her waist and he drew her in close. "The only problem I have with you is that you get all stiff when I kiss you in public." His lips touched hers, and her body went rigid just as he knew it would. He would have to fix that.
    He pulled back and ran his hands up and down her back, trying to ease her tension. "Relax," he whispered.
    Her lips parted but she didn't say anything. He took that as an invitation and kissed her again, still stroking her back. Her body went limp and he pulled her closer.
    "That's my Janie," he whispered against her lips. He looked into those