He didn’t look my direction, but the heat building in my belly made me hyper aware of him. Sweat glistened on his bare chest, and I followed the arrow of dark hair down to where it disappeared into his gray shorts. Most of the O-line guys my brother had played with were big and hefty, built to use their weight to stop forward momentum. Noah broke the mold. Hell, he might break me if we ever gave in to my dirtier urges.
