Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,137

how I had looked before? I recognized the change, but it was slight yet. My nipples had grown a little larger, and my breasts softened and plumped. My tummy was yet flat, but the secret made me feel heavy and weighted, as if anyone who saw me would know.

Nate said nothing. His lips tenderly kissed my skin as he tugged at my zipper.

He centered a kiss directly over my womb. I gasped.

His eyes glinted, mischievous. “Feel good?”

I didn’t know what to say.

Yes.

It felt amazing.

For one brief, insane second, I imagined he had kissed there because he knew. That he’d kissed because he was happy, and that this secret was ours to keep. In that world, this wasn’t a second mistake but the beginning of a lifetime of amazing opportunities and happiness.

I stayed quiet.

Nate held me tight as I kicked the jeans away. All the remained were my panties. Of course, they were a ridiculously pink and cute pair that had no place in my fantasy under the stars. He left them on.

Like he thought I was going to change my mind?

I wasn’t. I couldn’t. Every touch against my skin set a fire of confusion and delight. Had he peeled the panties away, I would’ve been ready for him then. Slick. Hot. I’d run for too long. What was I afraid of now? Nothing more earth-shattering could happen in his arms.

Except the amazement when he kissed me.

That was new. That was wonderful.

And it was so very frightening and real.

He guided me onto the dock, cradling me in the softness of the blanket. His touch wove so gently my heart only beat when his fingers graced my skin.

I reached for him, opening my legs so he could rest over me. His tongue responded to my delicate, tentative probe, and the rest of me shivered with warmth as his whisper promised everything I shouldn’t have accepted.

“You’re going to love this.” Even at his most gentle, Nate still grinned a wicked smile. “Every touch, every kiss. We aren’t leaving until you are nothing but a puddle of pleasure.”

“Promise?”

“You know how much I love a challenge. And I know how much you like when I do this…”

He flattened his tongue over my nipple and dragged the heat over my breast. I arched.

Oh God.

I was more sensitive than ever. My breasts weren’t just fuller, they tingled and tightened and if he did it again—

“You look better than I remembered.” His words rasped over his own desire. “Unbelievably sexy.”

His tongue returned, spiraling over the tight bud. Every stroke rippled through me with aching jolts. I couldn’t breathe. He liked that. Nate did the same to my other breast, slowly tickling my nipple with his tongue. It was as if he wished to torture me with pleasure until I revealed my secrets.

I bit my lip. He thought it was a dare to make me cry out. Nate centered himself over me, popping a nipple into his mouth so suddenly I arched in case he planned to suckle it off my breast. The bite came without warning. Not painful, but surprising. It earned the whimper he wanted, and, as a reward, he suckled the shock away.

This wasn’t how we fucked before.

Not at all.

I had no idea what Nate could do to my body, and he read my astonishment with a cocky wink. The nipple slipped from his mouth with a sloppy pop.

“Just wait, baby. You’ll regret that we didn’t do this sooner.”

I already did. I regretted every second of every day that I hadn’t returned to his bed.

I gained a bit of courage and threaded my fingers through the pale blonde of his hair. The pinkness of his lips against my skin wasn’t vulgar, but it delighted a secret part of me that longed to see more of him pressed against my darkness. I wished I had kept my eyes open the first time. I would have loved to watch his muscles, his arms, and his cock claim every inch of me.

I would this time.

No excuses. No shame. Nate was the most gorgeous man I’d ever met, and it’d be a crime to waste any opportunity to savor him.

He delighted my breasts, switching back and forth as he took such pleasure in the simplest of kisses. I never thought Nate would enjoy giving as much as taking, but my coos and groans only hardened his cock more. It strained against his jeans, and I wished he’d let it free.

But he worked with purpose. Deliberation. Concentration.

His kisses trailed over my