I round the corner and see her leaning against the wall by the doors into the team lot. She looks like a fucking angel.Myfucking angel. Her denim shorts are molded to her ass in a way her usual dress slacks don’t. And rightfully so. The shorts alone are enough to have my cock hardening in my pants. The jersey she wears unbuttoned over her yellow crop top? That’s the icing on the cake.
She looks up when I’m a few steps away and her cheeks go pink as she gives me a shy smile.
Oh, she’s nervous.Interesting.
“Good game,” she says as I stop in front of her.
“Was it? I couldn’t tell you a single thing that happened on that field tonight.” My eyes roam her face, cataloging every littlefeature. The sparkle of amusement in her eyes, the dusty pink tint of a blush in her cheeks.
She lets out a soft laugh. “Oh, I’m sure that’s not true.”
I raise an eyebrow at her before I drop my bag and step into her space, crowding her up against the wall. My hands land on either side of her head, caging her in. The amusement leaves her eyes and melts into something molten, heated.Very interesting. I let my head drop so my breath ghosts her ear as I whisper, “My focus was solely on the feisty brunette who decided tonight was the night to drive me completely crazy by wearing my jersey.” I remove one hand from the wall to flip my hat backwards as I pull my head back from her ear. I let that hand drop so it trails along the buttons on her jersey.
She clears her throat. “It was Liz and Jordan’s idea.”
“Remind me to thank them later,” I say, my voice more gruff than usual.
“So, are you going to go all caveman now and take me back to your cave?”
That… is exactly what I want to do. “Do you want me to?”
“I wouldn’t say no,” she says quietly.
My head drops back with a groan. “Thank fuck. I swear you’re going to be the death of me, firecracker. Let’s get out of here… but first, there’s one thing I need to do or else I might combust.”
“What’s that?” she asks breathily.
“I need to kiss you, firecracker. Please, tell me I can kiss you.” My eyes bounce between hers, looking for permission.
She stares up at me for only a moment before she launches herself at me. Her arms loop around my neck and lips crash into mine. I can’t help the groan that leaves me the second our lips touch. I wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her as close to my body as is physically possible. My other goes to the back ofher head, threading through the strands of her hair as I push her back against the wall.
She tastes like the ciders I know she drank throughout the game, and I can’t get enough of it. Pretty sure I’ll never get enough ofher.
She kisses me like she’s as desperate for this as I am. I’ve been fantasizing about kissing her for weeks now, and those fantasies don’t even come close to the real thing.
My tongue swipes against the seam of her lips and she immediately parts them, allowing me in. Our tongues tangle with each other. I lean in, pressing her further into the wall. I stick a leg between hers and kick her foot out, widening her stance as I wedge my thigh between her legs. The way her breath hitches tells me that she likes that. She likes thata lot. I remove the hand that’s looped around her waist and firmly grip her hip as she starts to move, seeking out the friction from my thigh.
Ripping my mouth from hers, I begin to kiss down her neck, starting at her earlobe where I give it a gentle nip but then soothe the pain with a quick suck. I kiss down her neck, along her pulse point fluttering wildly under my lips.
She continues to rock against my thigh, her movements picking up pace.
“That’s right, baby. Use me to get off,” I growl as I continue my path to her shoulder, which is now bare except for the strap of her tank top since the jersey has slid down her arms. “You gonna come like this?”
She whimpers but doesn’t answer or stop her movements. I want her to come like this. Ineedher to come.
My cock throbs where it presses against the zipper of my jeans. All it’s asking for is a little friction of its own, but this isn’t about me. Granted, if she does come right now, pretty sure I’ll be doing the same without her even touching me. Like someteenager hooking up for the first time. I’d be embarrassed if she wasn’t the sexiest fucking woman I’d ever seen.
Her movements become more frenzied and inconsistent, even with my help keeping her rhythm and her breaths come out in short, stuttering pants. She’s close. She’ssoclose.
A door slams, echoing down the hallway to where we’re tangled up.
It serves as a bucket of cold water thrown over our heads as we’re both broken out of the lustful spell that had taken over us. She shoves me away roughly, and I stumble back a few steps without a fight. Her lips are swollen from kissing, her cheeks and neck flushed a bright red from her nearing orgasm, and her hair is all mussed and half falling out of its ponytail from my hands gripping and running through it.
She looks like a deer in headlights. Eyes wide and startled. The panic tries to take over, but I can’t let that happen.
I rip the hat off my head and step carefully back into her space. “Do you trust me?”
She doesn’t even hesitate to nod and gives a quiet, “Yes.”
