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Ineverintendedtotake things that far, but when Lucy’s hand landed on top of mine, all my good intentions went out the window. I knew my touch was affecting her. I could feel the blood pumping through her, pulsating toward her core, the way her skin pebbled with goose bumps as my fingertips feathered along her body, and when her breath hitched…fuck!
I’ve spent the last few days fucking my hand so I could avoid taking things too far too quickly, but all that went to shit the second she moaned my name.
I need inside her more than I need my next breath, but I also need her to initiate it. I’m not blind; I know we have a connection. I’ve seen the fire in her eyes. But I can also see the walls she’s erected, the guard she has up, the hesitancy. I need to be one hundred percent sure she wants more before I show herexactlyhow much I want it.
We’re both silent for a moment as her words hang in the air.She’s not ready for this to be done.Does she mean tonight? Or doesthismean us? I’m kinda hoping it’s both. She peers at me through hooded eyelids and I’m caught in her gaze. The rise and fall of her chest, paired with her flushed cheeks, has me in a daze. This girl is tugging at my heart, and she doesn’t even realize it. I’ve known her for a week. Actually less than that. No one has ever had this hold on me, and all I know about her is her name.Basically,I’m fucked!
Breaking whatever trance we’re in, I pull her into my arms and press a kiss to her head. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Lucy. Thanks for picking me on the beach that day.”
She giggles and tries to hide a yawn before speaking through it. “Honestly, it was slim pickings. I picked the best of a bad bunch.”
“Well, consider me honored,” I joke, settling Lucy’s head on my chest before running my hands through her hair. “You need to sleep.”
Her head shoots up in protest, but I gently push it back down. “Sleep. We can explore more of what you want in the morning. My practice isn’t until eleven.”
She sighs but gets herself comfortable against me, running her hand along my skin until it rests on my hip before wrapping her leg around me. I continue to rake my fingers through her silky strands as I hum quietly, something my mom used to do, and within minutes, Lucy’s peacefully asleep again, with no idea how much having her in my arms is affecting me.
I’m losing my mind, and I can’t for the life of me figure out what’s different about this girl.
My internal alarm wakes me at five a.m., and despite having little sleep, I feel well rested. After my middle of the night fun with Lucy, I passed out cold and slept better than I have in years. Waking with her tiny frame still curled into my body and her leg entwined with mine is a place I always want to be. She has her hand splayed over my naked chest and her face tucked into my shoulder. She’s so close, her eyelashes brush against my skin as she dreams.
I don’t want to move, but I also want to surprise her with breakfast and convince her to spend the day here, even though I have to disappear for practice. The idea of kissing someone goodbye and then returning to her welcoming me home is something I’ve never really thought much about, but right now, I’m almost desperate to make it happen. Which I’m sure has everything to do with knowing we’re on borrowed time.
I gently lift Lucy’s hand and place it on the pillow beside her head before slipping out of bed. She groans in protest, still fast asleep, and the sound sends a message of attention straight to my cock, as if my morning wood wasn’t bad enough.Looks like I’m going to need a quick shower before breakfast.
Lucy only sleeps for another hour, then joins me in the kitchen as I’m flipping the last pancake. My chest tightens as I watch her rub her sleepy eyes and brush her messy hair behind her ears, still dressed in only my tee. My college football tee I might add. Something I never even let my college girlfriend wear.
She smiles when she catches me staring, and a slight blush brightens her cheeks. “You made pancakes?” she asks, licking her lips as she gently tugs at her hem, trying to stretch it to cover her legs.Don’t hide away. Everything about you is beautiful.
“They’ll be ready in a sec,” I say, instead of my thoughts. “Take a seat, and I’ll bring them over.”
Lucy lightly pads into the kitchen to join me, ignoring my instructions, and immediately grabs a strawberry. After dipping it into the maple syrup, she slowly raises it to her mouth, pausing as the liquid touches her. Her eyes spark with mischief as she coats those lips in the sugary goodness, just like I did last night.
“I think you need to taste test this syrup. You don’t want to serve something that isn’t perfect,” she says as the tip of her tongue sneaks out to test a sample.
I bite back a groan and nod. “No, we definitely don’t want that.”
Leaning forward, I run my tongue along the seam of her mouth so lightly that she moves forward as though desperate for more. And when I pull back, she dips the strawberry into the bowl again and smears the liquid across my cheek, following the trail with her tongue. Clenching my fist, I bite back another groan and will my eyes to stay open, trying to maintain my composure. But when she seductively sucks the strawberry into her mouth and picks up another one, it’s on…
Barely a few minutes later, maple syrup coats my face, neck, and hands as Lucy sucks my finger from base to tip. Gripping her face in one hand, I pull the other from Lucy’s grasp and run a syrupy finger down her cheek and neck then along to her collar bone as low as her tee allows. I want nothing more than to rip my shirt clear off her and continue my path of destruction, but instead, I opt to lick every inch of her that I can see, loving the taste of the sweetness mixed with her skin. She squeals and tries to pull away, but I hold firm, pulling the neck of the tee she’s wearing down to run my tongue along the top of her cleavage. My hands bunch in the material as she hisses out a breath and pushes me away.
“Okay, enough. I need to shower.” She giggles, and the sound takes over me. I’m already more worked up than I should be, considering I have to leave shortly for practice, and now there’s talk of a shower.When did my shorts get so tight?
Lucy stares at me as she sucks her lips into her mouth, holding back a smile. And when she raises an eyebrow in question, I realize I haven’t responded to her statement.
“Shower…right. Yes, of course. I’ll get you a towel.”
Well, that was smooth. I don’t mean to sound so disappointed, but I guess I was pretty happy with getting messy, and now she wants to be clean.
Lucy laughs before slowly licking the syrup off her fingers, her gaze unfocused, as though she’s lost in thought. It’s so erotic I have to clench my fists again to stop myself from throwing her over my shoulder and taking her to bed to devour her. From the innocent look on her face, I’d say she either has no idea what she’s doing to me, or she’s a damn good tease. But I’d easily wager it’s the former when she blinks a few times and her chest flushes.
With a shy smile, Lucy walks away as I stand frozen for a second, needing a moment. But when I hear the shower running, I spring into action, remembering she needed a towel.
Towel in hand, I adjust the bulge in my pants and knock on the bathroom door. “Want me to bring it in or leave it by the door?” I ask, my voice coming out raspy.
“You can come in. I’m decent.”
The first thing I see when I walk inside is the mirror, and reflected back at me is a verydecentand verynakedLucy.Fuck me!
