Page 49 of O Goalie Night
She runs her fingers through my hair, and I groan as her nails rake against my scalp.
“I’m sorry,” she breathes against my lips. “Was that too rough?”
I grip her chin, bringing her mouth to mine and kissing her deeply. “Don’t be sorry and for God’s sake, don’t stop.”
Feeling her smile against my mouth, she scratches my scalp again, using more pressure this time. I want to feel her nails on every part of my body. To be covered in her angry red scratches from head to toe.
Beth’s mouth never leaves mine as she climbs onto my lap, straddling me. I grip her full hips and she presses against me, our bodies sealed together. She feels so fucking good on top of me, I can’t think straight. I can’t think at all.
Running my hand up her back and neck, I gently grip the ponytail that’s been taunting me all fucking night. I give it a tug and her head falls back, giving me an all-access pass to her gorgeous neck. I let myself explore it with my lips, tongue, and teeth, noting which places are sensitive. As I lap at where her pulse is pounding she gasps and when I follow it by taking her earlobe between my teeth she squirms in my lap so much that I almost come in my jeans.
Christ. It really has been a while.
“Hey,” I pant, holding her hips still on me before I embarrass myself. “We should maybe talk.”
Her eyes are dazed and dark with need as she looks down at me. I feel her hurried breaths against my lips as her mouth hovers just above mine.
“Yes, we should.” She nods, but makes no attempt to pull away. “I’m free later, if that works for you.”
I can’t help but grin up at her. I love when she’s cheeky.
“Later is good.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
She gives me a sly smile as she sits up and slowly grips the hem of her sweater through her fingers before pulling it off over her head to reveal smooth, pale skin. Her lacy emerald bra pushes her gorgeous tits up like they’re on display, just for me. They rise and fall with her hurried breathing.
Tearing my eyes away from her cleavage, I meet her hooded eyes before leaning forward and placing a kiss between her breasts.
“Beautiful,’ I murmur against her flushed skin, kissing it once more. “You’re so beautiful, Beth.”
She bites her lip to hide a smile as she runs her hands over my chest, her fingers playing with my shirt and my hands start their own exploration. Her skin feels so soft under my fingertips and she shivers as they glide over her body. Every inch of her is a delicate blend of softness and warmth. I feel like I could spend all night just touching her like this.
But Beth seems to be growing impatient, her nailsdigging into my shirt like she needs me even closer. I lower her down onto the couch and reach behind my neck to remove my shirt.
She inhales sharply when she looks up at my bare chest.
“What?” I ask as her wide eyes stare at me.
“Your muscles have muscles.”
“Occupational hazard,” I chuckle as I kneel over her. Starting at her navel, I trail kisses up her abdomen, ribs, breasts, and collarbone until my face is nestled in her neck. I prop myself up and look down at her. With her swollen lips and bright eyes, she’s absolutely ruining me.
“Anytime you want to take a break or stop all together, you’ll tell me?”
“Stop?” Her eyes dance with laughter as she roughly runs her fingers over my scalp again. “Stopping sounds like a terrible decision.”
Well, it won’t be the first one I’ve made tonight.
Part of me knows that we’re taking this too fast; every rational part of me screams it. There are several reasons why this is a bad idea, why I should put up boundaries and stick to them. But right now, all those reasons fade into the background and I can’t deny what's right in front of me.
I want her. Plain and simple.
All I know is that it’s been a long time since I’ve wanted anyone or anything and I’m allowing myself to be selfish, just this once.
I run my hand over the waist of her jeans. “Can I take these off? Don’t get me wrong, your ass looks phenomenal in them, but at the moment, they’re in my way.”
