The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)

by C.R. Jane

Grief is like that, I guess. You think the world should stop, should fall apart with you, but it doesn’t. It keeps going. And you’re left standing in the middle of it, feeling hollow, watching everything move on like the person you loved wasn’t the very center of it all.

Shattered

Yep, I was sweating. My heart was also trying to escape my chest. Maybe I was having a heart attack. This girl was actually making my body have a physical reaction.

“I can’t believe you’re real, baby girl. You’re perfect.” His words came out like a groan as his hand, rough but careful, traced the curve of my jaw.

Jace: And you, QB. Who would catch your balls and take care of your balls and make sure your balls were put in the right place.

“You taste so good, baby,” he said between wild kisses. “I’m done. Ruined. I need this, every day. Fuck.”

I’m not going to be your rebound, Casey Larsen. I’m your end game.”

He kissed me like he’d been holding his breath the

entire time we’d been apart,

His hand lingered at my waist, fingers brushing the fabric like he couldn’t stand not touching me.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby,” he murmured. “You’re such a good girl.”

you could go to the other side of the fucking planet…and I would spend my entire life trying to track you down.”