Kickin' It (Red Card) - Rachel Van Dyken Page 0,59

don’t think you realize how many times I’ve stopped outside your door, and yet when I say it out loud . . .”

“Sounds creepy, a bit. Yeah.” I laughed and then grasped his pants and tugged him closer. I could see every hard inch of him straining toward me, teasing me. “I would have let you in.”

“What?” His eyes were lazily focused on me as I slowly ran my hands down his hips, touching the skin there, running my fingers in slow circles while he let out a moan.

“I would have let you in,” I said honestly. “Though you would have had to leave the whistle at the door.”

He choked out a laugh and then groaned. “Your hands, they feel so good . . .”

“I wanted this,” I confessed without looking at him. “I wanted us.”

“Now that you have this . . . us”—he cupped my face—“what are you going to do?”

I grinned up at him. “I’m a taker.”

“I like that.”

“And right now . . .” Other than getting taken advantage of by my coach and then sleeping with a boyfriend in college, I was lacking in sexual experience. But it didn’t matter. It was shocking to my very core that I could look at Matt and feel like I was everything to him, like this meant something. The look on his face expressed everything his words hadn’t yet said. He cared, he wanted, he wanted me just as bad as I did him. I was so damn afraid and he made me brave. He made me want to spend endless hours naked, longing, licking. And it was all because he cared, he gave me hope, he was a partner. An equal. . . . “Right now, I want to taste you like you tasted me.”

“Whatever you want,” he grated. “I’ll give it to you.”

“Whatever I want?” I teased.

“Everything.” His face sobered. “Everything.”

“Nobody’s ever offered me everything.”

“I am. And I keep my promises—besides, someone said they wanted to sleep in my bed.”

“Well, I mean you have to be in it too . . .” I slid his trousers down over his hips, eye level with something so smooth and beautiful that I let out a girly sigh, one so unlike me that I was almost embarrassed. I eyed him as I lowered my mouth.

He gripped my wrists with his hands. “Yeah.” He swayed on his feet. “I’ll be in it. We just have to figure out Willow.”

“Let’s not talk about your sister in between tastes.” I swirled my tongue around him and then winked. “Like wine tasting, only better.”

“Except the cork is already threatening to go off.” He shook his head. “Later. I’ve been tortured by every fucking look you sent my way, every argument, every outfit, every practice, every morning since you first arrived at my door with cookies.”

“Ah, he’s an asshole when he’s happy too?”

“Apparently he’s an asshole no matter what.” He flipped me onto my back and kicked off his pants. “And now, now I get to make up for it by taking my time.”

“Oh.” A warm blush spread over my face. “That’s okay, you don’t have to—”

My dress was suddenly over my head, my backless bodice was on, but I was naked from the waist down and his mouth was feasting on me like a girl always imagines, with the same precision a striker eyes downfield, the same artful movement from left to right, a fake, kick deep.

“Aaaagghrmmmphhh!” I screamed into a pillow. “Matt!”

“Sorry, couldn’t decipher that, also I’m super busy right now . . .” He chuckled against my sensitive skin. “Hmmmm, wanted to taste you so bad, knew it would be like this . . . fucking knew it . . .”

I squeezed my thighs as he took me higher. I felt my body shamelessly move against him.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, and then I wasn’t hearing anything but the sound of my own heart as I felt my release and nearly came off the mattress and disappeared into thin air.

“Get there.”

“I can’t—”

“You scored the winning goal at the championships two years ago, you were wearing your hair in a braid, and all I kept thinking when I looked at your tape was, ‘Damn, that woman is too beautiful for words,’ and now I know—now I know, you’re beautiful everywhere, inside, outside.” He licked, he sucked. “You’re perfect.”

I grabbed his head with one hand and let out a scream.

“All you needed . . .” He looked up at me, slowly crawled up my body