Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,136

and hummed absolute comfort in every draw of his lips.

“Simple pleasure?” My whisper broke the silence, too softly for anyone but him to hear.

“If that’s all you want…” His voice caressed me like another hand. “That’s what I’ll give.”

“…What else could you give?”

“Anything you wanted.”

He seized me again. His touch became ferocious, conquering, but still so very gentle.

Since when was Nate Kensington gentle?

That wasn’t his reputation or his real desire. But he did it for me.

Because of me?

He tucked me against his body. The delicate press of his fingertips into my hips wasn’t the fierce grip my instincts expected. He touched slow, steady. I abandoned my hesitations and fell into heaven. My arms fit over his neck, and I drew myself to my tippy-toes to kiss him deeper.

It shouldn’t have felt so good. I had no idea if the connection between us was real or a trick of my heart. Nate was the only man who could soothe everything jumbled inside me—because he was the one who tangled it.

At first I dove against him and eagerly swept my lips, mouth, tongue on his, like the last time we tossed in a bed and the passion overwhelmed us in hours of frantic excitement. But this touch deftly tickled over me. Soft. Leisurely.

Nate was patient, and I knew why.

“I’m not a virgin anymore,” I whispered.

I broke the kiss. He chastised me with a tightened grip on my hair. A thrill of excitement trapped me in his arms, and he tipped my head back. He nipped my neck and claimed that soft hollow he knew I loved so much.

“You deserve to be spoiled with pleasure. To learn from someone who takes the time to show you how great sex can really be,” he said.

“I already had a thorough lesson.”

“No.” His voice could command and comfort in the same breath. “That night was selfish and quick. I thought you wanted to blow off steam.”

“I did.”

“That’s not how we’re doing it this time.”

“It’s…not?”

His smile might have stopped my heart. “No. I’m going to show you everything tonight. How you should feel. What you can take. This night is all about your pleasure.”

My voice weakened in amazement. “Mine?”

“I’ve been chasing you for a reason, baby. Once wasn’t enough to sate either of us.”

His fingers teased over my blouse, and his adept hands worked the buttons without struggle.

“I was satisfied,” I said.

“I can do better. I will do better.” He promised me with a kiss. “That first time, I thought I wanted a night with you so I could get off and silence my own desire. I was wrong. I realized my only desire is to give you pleasure.”

“Why?”

“How else would I express my gratitude?”

“Gratitude for what?”

“Letting me near you? Letting me touch you?” His words stilled as my blouse fell away. “Giving me the best night of my life?”

Nate’s kiss teased a mew from me. A wave of goose bumps washed over my body as he studied everything I offered.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said. “You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“I think you’re just saying that because I’m standing here in a bra and jeans.”

“Let’s test it.”

His fingers danced over my back. He unhooked my bra and tugged it off. The cool air wrapped over my breasts, and I bit my lip.

They were bigger than they had been. Fuller.

Nate stared, enraptured. I held my breath as his knuckle brushed my nipple. It immediately tightened, hardened and budded for his inspection.

I wanted more than just fingers. How quickly could I get him to lick and taste and suck?

“You’re beautiful with or without clothes.” His hardness pressed against my leg. “Though I prefer without.”

So did I.

Nate took off his shirt, but he only unbuckled his belt before dropping to his knees. His shoulders rippled with muscle. In the low light, the tattoos blended into his flesh, almost natural. I couldn’t imagine him without the barbs and coils of ink.

I loved the sound of his growl. He strained against his own need. I had no idea he possessed such willpower. He grunted, but he didn’t dive over me. I wondered what I’d have to do to get tossed onto the blanket, to let him have his way with my desperate and wanting slit.

I swallowed, tensing to stone as he studied my every curve. His touch shivered dizzying circles over my arms and waist. I loved and feared the inspection. He unhooked the button to my jeans.

Could he tell?

Was the baby still hidden?

Did he remember