Score on Me

by Melody Heck Gatto

  Kat looked down at the floor for a moment. Kris turned her to him, lifting her chin gently so he was looking into her eyes.

  "Wow, my head is spinning. This has been amazing, and I don't mean just the out-of-this-world sex either." This time Kat smirked, blushing at her own candor.

  Kris lowered his lips to hers. "C'mon, join me for a shower," he whispered as he gently stood her up. Kris kissed her lips, enticing her to follow him upstairs.

  Kat looked around the blue and tan spacious bathroom with wide eyes. Stepping into the shower stall, Kris following closely behind her. Her ass was round and plump. It was absolutely perfect, he thought as salvia filled his mouth. He wanted to busy himself in it. Grabbing her hips he pulled her into him. A small gasp escaped Kat's lips.

  Kat kept her arms tightly wrapped around her chest and middle. A smirk crept over his lips at the sight of her bashfulness.

  "Just reaching for the soap," he said. Her damp body pressed against his caused him to stiffen and he knew she felt his body's reaction. He was trying not to scare her away, but his body was on fire. His desire for her was intense. Why is she hiding those luscious breasts from me, it's not like I haven't already seen her.

  Squeezing an ample amount of shower gel in his hand, he rubbed his hands together causing the soap to foam up. "Let me wash you."

  "I don't know–"

  Before she could finish her sentence, Kris caressed the foamy soap onto her back. Cupping her ass in his hands he washed her plump behind. Continuing to press his hard on against her, his hands wandered around to her stomach as he nibbled at her ear.

  "No," she squeaked out and pushed his hands away. Her body becoming rigid.

  The bashfulness was cute, but getting old. She was beautiful. He wanted to look at her. He wanted to caress her damp silken skin. He swallowed hard, he wanted to have her again.

  "You don't need to hide from me, Kat. Please."

  Kat slowly turned to face him. Her hands were still firmly against her front. He watched her eyes trail down his body; it sent chills through every inch of him. When her eyes met his arousal her lips curved into lusty smile. Her reaction had him wired, he was doing everything in his power to not come right then.

  Kris took a long deep breath hoping to calm down. "You like what you see?"

  "Maybe." Kat teased.

  "I think I should be able to see a little more, don't you? After all, I am standing here for your full viewing pleasure."

  Pressing her middle against hers, she removed her arms and reached for the handheld shower head. Her breasts fully on display for him but her stomach pressed to his. She rinsed his body off.

  Avoiding his eyes, she turned her attention to the water rolling off of his skin. Her teeth bit at her bottom lip. His pulse sped up, he loved when she did that. Tilting her head up to meet his glance, he softly brushed his lips against hers.

  She pulled away. "Now let me wash you." She dampened his hair before setting the shower head back in it's cradle.

  Kris pushed his hair back with his hand. The warm water hitting his back combined with the fire running though his veins was making his control falter.

  Kat grabbed the bottle of shower gel pouring some in her hand. As she ran her soapy hands over his chest swirling her fingers along his chest hair, he sighed heavily. Lathering up his chest, abs, and shoulders she worked her way down. He closed his eyes and let out a quick breath. He was rock hard, he desperately wanted her to touch him.

  Backing off, she picked up the shower head to rinse him off. Her erect nipples brushed against him as she moved. His body throbbed for her. He couldn't hold back any longer.

  Taking the shower head from her hand, he placed it back in its cradle, then gently pushed her against the shower wall. His hard body pressed against hers, he wanted to see all of her. Taking her hand in his, he stretched her arm above her head. She had no choice but to let him look at her now. The warm water splashed at his back and dripped down her body. He was in control now, and had no desire to hold back any longer.

  Kat moaned while his teeth nipped at her neck, but let out a sharp gasp and muffled scream as he pushed inside of her. His eyes met hers as a decadent smile crept across her lips. They parted just enough to let out a gasp as he pushed into her more.

  "I can't hold back anymore," his voice trailed off as he moved into her hard with slow thrusts. His movement became more frenzied and swift as the moments passed. Her hips arched into his and she squirmed under him. It was more than he could take, and his warmth spilled into her.

  A soft cry escaped her lips as her body shook.

  Letting her arm go, her body relaxed against his. Trying to get his breathing back to normal he traced his finger down her frame. She was no longer hiding from him. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him.

  "Alright, cutie, let's finish getting you washed up and get our day started."

  Chapter 7

  After picking up her car, she felt weird about letting Kris take care of the parking fee. She had been taking care of herself for a long time and wasn't used to someone else stepping up. She checked her mirror to make sure Kris was following behind as she led the way to her apartment. Her hands trembled as she drove her little piece of crap car. It had been known to break down, and in front of Kris that would've been embarrassing.

  The drive to her apartment felt longer than usual. Her heart was racing as she prepared to show Kris her life. It was nothing compared to his. She lived in a simple three story old red brick building. There was nothing fancy about it. The dingy walls and worn carpet proved that.

  Kris took her hand as they walked into the building towards the elevator. Her heart fluttered.

  Once the elevator doors started to close, Kris asked, "Which floor?"

  "Two." Her negativity was getting the better of her again. What was she doing? Why was she bringing Kris Lafleur to her boring little apartment. I must be crazy. She looked over at Kris. Yeah, crazy for him.

  The hallway was dull looking. For years she had hoped they would put up a fresh coat of paint, or at least update the decor. A fake green plant with a thick layer of dust on it sat right outside the elevator doors. Her apartment was at the end of the dim hall, the only door with a Pittsburgh Renegades sign hanging on it.

  The hall was quiet. As she unlocked her apartment door, she was startled by her neighbor who opened her door to get her paper. She was wearing a Pittsburgh Renegades t-shirt. When she looked up at Kat and Kris, she did a double take and stared at them.

  Kris smiled at her and said, "Hello."

  The lady gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. Kat thought the lady was going to pass out! They smiled at each other and laughed a little. The neighbor's eyes grew wide and her face turned bright red.

  She tipped her head. "G'morning."

  Kat waved in his direction. "C'mon in." She needed to get him in her apartment before the whole complex was at her door looking for autographs.

  "It's small," she shrugged. "But it's home."

  She didn't need much room; it was only her. Behind her door was an oval mirror, framed in decorative brown stained wood. It had coat hooks all around it, and a shelf at the bottom. There was a purse hanging on one of the hooks, and a hooded sweatshirt on another. She hung her purse on an empty hook, and tossed her keys onto the little shelf that lay below the mirror.

  "Kat," Kris started to say as she closed the door behind him.

  She spun around, very interested in what he was going to say next. Her stomach was in knots. Isn't this the point where the guy drops off his one night stand, never to see her again, she thought. But, he did drive all the way over here.

  She tried to tell herself that it was only one night, but it wasn't working. She was already addicted to his kisses; his touch made her feel alive. She was hoping for more. If he left, she felt like she would crumble. Ugh! This wasn't fair! Having a taste of this feeling, this sensation of amazing that she felt with him, she didn't want it to go away. Closing her eyes she tur
ned around. She didn't want Kris to see her tears when he told her "it was fun", and walked out of her life.

  "Kat," he said again, "I know we just met, but–" He paused. "But, I want to know how you would feel about dating?"

  Turning around slowly, her eyes fixated on him. "Date me? I assumed this would be our goodbye?"

  Kris closed the distance between them. "Yes, date you. I already told you that I wanted to get to know you. I want to learn everything about you, and I can't do that if I walk away now, can I?" He paused as his eyes drifted over her. "Kat, you have me mesmerized and I don't know how or why, but I like it." He took her hand in his. "I need you to know that I am not that guy. I'm not the one night stand kind. If I didn't know better, I would've thought that you put some kind of spell on me. I just don't want to let you go."

  "So what are you saying?" she stuttered. She was trying to get a handle on what he was thinking, looking for a clue in his face. She was anything but needy and she didn't want him to get the wrong impression. She was still waiting for him to run the other way. After all, he had seen her naked; she was surprised he was even still standing here.

  "I would like to see you again." Kris grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him, kissing her lips.

  This, in fact, was him not running the other way.

  ****

  Kris looked around her apartment. It was a nice little place, very small, with light blue walls and white trim and a pale gray carpet. It was decorated with paintings of Italy, and white curtains that fell to the floor, pooling where the wall met the carpet. Her couch was a little white puffy love seat. He felt like she was surprised that he was still here. But, there was no other place he wanted to be.

  There was a framed photo on the wall, an eight by ten. He wanted to get a better look at it. It was a photo of him and Kat. He pointed to it. "Is this the practice you were talking about?" He grinned at her.

  "Yes." Kat blushed. "The practice when you signed my purse." She shrugged a little.

  He chuckled, shaking his head. His phone buzzed. Reaching for it he noticed the name on the screen and shoved it back in his pocket.

  He watched Kat's face change. She was no longer blushing and smiling. Uh-oh, he thought. Kris grabbed her hand and led her to the puffy couch. As they sat down he asked, "So what's bothering you?"

  Kat shrugged. "Nothing. It's none of my business."

  "Okay? I know that something is bothering you, what is it?" He didn't like to see this look on her face. He couldn't figure out what happened to change her attitude so quickly.

  Kat took a deep breath, and the words just fell out. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

  The scared look on her face told him that wasn't exactly how she meant to say that.

  Kat shook her head in frustration. "I mean, you said you wanted to see me again, but are you seeing other people as well? Ugh! I didn't mean it like that. Not that it matters, I mean, I am just wondering. No, never mind. Forget I even said anything." She rambled, her face turning a deep shade of crimson.

  A small grin slowly formed on his lips. "No, I am not seeing anyone. Why would you–" Then it hit him. Anna kept calling him; she must've seen his phone. Shit. "Oh… you mean Anna."

  Kat turned her head and looked at the floor. "It's not funny."

  He pressed his finger to her chin and lightly pulled her face back to him. "Hey," he whispered, "it's okay."

  "No, it's really not. It's none of my business." Kat got up and walked across the room, stopping by the mirror. Looking at her reflection, she ran her hand over her hips and stomach.

  He watched her face in the mirror. Something wasn't right. He curled his arms around her waist, moving her hands from her stomach and hips, replacing them with his own. She let out a small gasp as his lips grazed her neck, and his arousal pressed against her lower back.

  "Whatever you are over here thinking, you are wrong."

  "But I'm sure I'm not the kind of girl you are used to." Kat said, pausing as he kissed her neck again.

  "Meaning?" He asked between kisses. "Beautiful? Sexy? Smart? All of the above?"

  "Curvy."

  Curvy? What the hell did she mean by that? Little did she know that he loved all her curves. "Baby, all I see is sexy, period." He obviously didn't see what she saw. He saw a beautiful girl, an amazing girl. A girl that was sexy as hell. A girl who rocked his world last night. God, didn't his hard-on tell her anything? His erection pressed against her back, but he really wanted to be inside her. "And if you think you are curvy, then I have to tell you, I really like your curves."

  "I have no idea why," Kat said sadly.

  "Because, Kat, you're beautiful. I am doing everything in my power to not take you right here on the floor, that is how wild you drive me." He wasn't exaggerating, the pressure in his pants was unbearable.

  "Really?" She asked.

  Still not sure that she believed him, he spun her around and took her mouth in his, holding her head so she couldn't pull away. Exploring her mouth with his, he pressed his arousal against her hips. He would show her how serious he was. Slowing his kiss, he pulled away slightly.

  "Really." He smiled, resting his forehead against hers.

  She took in a deep breath. "Oh..." Kat looked up at him as he smiled at her sweetly. "Um. Let me go freshen up." She disappeared into her room.

  He followed behind her. The paint and the carpet were the same as the rest of the apartment, and she had the same curtains in her room, except they were a dark gray color. There were a handful of picture frames on the wall, a few had her and a very Italian looking younger girl in them. One was of the girls at a Pittsburgh Renegades hockey game. Cute.

  He watched Kat study herself in the bathroom mirror. She fussed with her makeup. Once she realized he was watching her, she shut the door with a bashful smile.

  When she cam out, she had changed into blue jeans and a v-neck black top.

  "Are we good?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, admiring her in those jeans; they made his mouth water.

  Kat nodded.

  "Hey, beautiful. I wondered if you wanted to order some Chinese for dinner?"

  "Yeah, we could do that."

  "I have practice early tomorrow, and a game tomorrow night. Then we fly out to Philly and Jersey for a two game stretch, after that can I see you again?" He asked after they ordered their food. His heart dropped with the thought of leaving her and having to wait that long to see her again.

  "Yes."

  Kris smiled. "Great," he gathered her up in his arms taking her mouth in his.

  CHAPTER 8

  Kat stabbed a piece of General Tso chicken with her chopstick and popped it in her mouth. It was a huge bite and she had to cover her mouth with her napkin so she didn't look like a complete slob.

  After that little meltdown earlier, Kat seemed to be back to normal. Kris smiled at her from across the table as he grabbed the container of white rice and added some to the chicken on his plate.

  She was not very good with chopsticks, and grew a little nervous about making a fool of herself, she was good at doing that. She had a container of fried rice, and one of General Tso chicken, how was she was going to eat this without wearing it?

  Kris opened his cartons up, steamed rice and some chicken with broccoli. He effortlessly grabbed his chop sticks and took a bite of his chicken. He made that look so easy, she thought as she tried to shovel a piece of her chicken in her mouth with the chop sticks.

  She felt his eyes on her as she pushed around some rice with her chop sticks and popped another piece of chicken in her mouth with her fingers. This was so embarrassing. She wanted to just try to pick up a bite of food, but knew it would end up all over her instead. How hard could it be, really? She fumbled with the sticks and tried to hold them the same way Kris was, unfortunately he was left handed and she wasn't. So she tried her best to mimic what he was doing.

  She was still having a staring contest with her rice when Kris asked "Do you want a fork?" He s
miled while reaching for the plastic fork that was in the bag. He put down his chop sticks, while she looked uneasy, and slightly embarrassed. Obviously he figured out that she couldn't use them. It wouldn't have taken a genius to figure that out though. A baboon probably could've used them better than she was attempting to.

  Kris picked up a plastic fork. He paused before taking another bite of chicken. "I'll teach you how to use chop sticks some other time, no worries, beautiful."

  That was all he needed to say and she felt better about using a fork, especially since he was too. Kat had never met any guy that was this much of a gentleman. She put down her carton and reached for a spring roll. Kris reached for the same one. He picked the spring roll up, holding it up to feed her a bite. She was surprised but took a bite, he was staring at her pretty intensely as she did. He popped the remaining spring roll in his mouth with a wicked grin. A chill ran through her body as she wondered, Wow, could he be that into me?

  "Aren't those a little too fatty for you?" She chuckled, picking on him.

  "Like I always say, everything in moderation…" He answered, grinning.

  Kat grabbed the fried rice and dumped some more onto her plate. Still using a fork to eat the Chinese food, she was really enjoying it. But, Anna was still bothering her. She quickly said, "Forgive me, but I really have to ask you, who is Anna?" She shoved a spoonful of fried rice in her mouth to keep anything else stupid from falling out. It wasn't any of her business who Anna was. What the hell did she ask him for?

  Kris looked at her, surprised but not shocked. He shook his head while he finished the mouthful of chicken and rice. After taking a drink of water he asked, "Okay, so that's what was bothering you?"

  "Well, kind of. Yeah."

  "My ex. If you want to know the story, I will tell you."

  She nodded as she took a bite.

  "Okay, here goes. I met Anna Jourdain a few years back. I was new to Pittsburgh and homesick. The young girls here were throwing themselves at me and I was young and stupid."