Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,123

mouth kneaded shivers through my body.

I mewed.

He liked that.

“What do you think?” His hands settled at my waist.

What a day to wear a skirt. It was either foresight or wishful thinking. His fingers tickled over my thigh. I bit my lip.

“Let me take your mind off everything,” he whispered.

I didn’t trust what I’d think about without the wedding and my family to distract me.

Probably how nice it felt to be touched. How my breathing trembled with every trace of his lips against my skin. That everything inside me wound into a bigger knot than the last crisis he’d untangled with a touch, taste, and night of sweet regret.

“This is a bad idea,” I murmured.

His eyes darkened. “This is the best idea we’ve had in a month.”

“You kept count?”

“Five weeks, three days since I was with you.” He palmed my thigh. The warmth spread right to my core. “You don’t remember?”

Oh, I counted the days, but for a much different reason. “You really want me?”

“What do you think?”

His hand tangled in my hair, and his kiss pressed me into the desk without a single protest. Nate grunted at the nest of receipts and papers crowding around me. He whipped the paperwork away with a swipe of his arm.

My fingers tangled with his—dark and light, soft and rough. I folded my hand in his as his breath tickled over my legs. I hadn’t opened them yet. I had no idea what would happen when I did.

Nate waited patiently at the edge of the desk, staring at me for a permission that would ruin everything.

Or would it?

A baby came with its own set of natural consequences, and what we had couldn’t get any more complicated. Was it really bad if his words, stare, and touch dizzied me in such a perfect way?

Nate was patient. He teased my legs, drawing circles up my calves and tickling behind my knee.

“I don’t know if I can do this…” I whispered.

“Do what?” He chuckled, and my legs fell open. Did I really wear the white panties with the polka-dot hearts? “Tell you what, baby. This is a freebie.”

“A freebie?”

“No strings. No expectations. Let me help you out…and I won’t expect anything else.”

“You…don’t want to have sex?”

“Of course I want to have sex. But this service is its own reward.” He arched an eyebrow. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

“Is it?”

“Well, no,” he laughed. “You ask, and I’ll eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“Oh.”

His voice roughened as he stared at my panties. “But I promise. If you want this just for you, tonight? I won’t talk about it once we’re done.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because after I take you, you won’t hesitate ever again. I know what you need, and you’re gonna crave everything I can give.”

His lips pressed kisses along my thighs, and he knelt at the end of the desk with a smile.

Now or never.

And I wanted it now.

He stroked the outside of my panties with a knowing flick. I flinched, and he grinned. How was it possible my body already rocketed itself beyond reason and modesty? My panties were wet. Shamefully, revealingly wet.

And it didn’t matter.

Nate didn’t bother ripping them off. He gripped the material and pulled it aside, exposing my slickness for his inspection. He didn’t seem surprised. He knew I wanted him.

“Beautiful…”

His honest smile shocked me. I stared at the vibrant green of his eyes, the pale blonde of his hair, the hard angles of his brow, jaw, and chin. He was the beautiful one, but he admired me like I was something to be worshiped.

His tongue swiped against me, sinfully pink against the darkness of my petals.

“Relax, Mandy. I remember what you like…”

His mouth closed over my slit.

I was lost.

Nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing ever would again. His lips circled my clit and practically pulsed. A nibble trembled me like an earthquake, and I nearly leapt off the desk as his tongue darted inside me.

When did I get this sensitive?

And how was I supposed to get on with my life, go to work, and manage the wedding when all I wanted was to feel Nate’s tongue circling over my swollen clit?

This was a bad idea. It had started as a bad idea, and it would end as something worse than a mistake. Every bounce of my hips aided Nate in delivering me to the most needed and necessary pleasure of my life. If Nate promised to keep licking me, I’d never get off the desk.

He growled over my whimpers. I