Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,15

had me pinned against the wall within moments. He dove at me, too hyper for a tease and too impatient for permission.

How could the worst idea of my life feel so good?

This was what I remembered most from our nights together. That tongue, lapping at me, coaxing a secret and desperate desire from my wanting slit. He was practiced, skilled, and utterly devoted. His hands gripped me tight, holding me in place, as he worshiped me in a desperate prayer.

He didn’t just like giving me pleasure.

He demanded it.

Lachlan had loved watching me struggle against my own pride and ravenous desire. This was no different. I’d never met a man so generous. Gifted.

Gluttonous.

His tongue twisted so quick and deliberately he must have knotted it over my clit, and yet his slurpy grunts of enthusiasm begged for more of my trembling body. He held my hips and sucked on me until my chest refused air and my mind dizzied without any concept of time, impropriety, or civilized behaviors. I lost myself in a haze of pleasure and confusion.

Too many memories returned now. All good. All wicked and wanton.

And yet…one frustrating moment was still hidden.

Something big.

Something important.

We had done something in Vegas so exciting that Lachlan had tossed me onto the bed in celebration. He’d spread my legs, taken his fill, and pounded me until I couldn’t see anything but the stars of my own near blackout pleasure.

This was just as good.

My knees wobbled.

Was he a man or made of magic? I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I gasped in the heat, clutching at the wall, his hair, my breasts. My strength gave out, and I teetered, grasping the shower handle for support. It twisted, and a shock of cold water stung my back, my ass, my legs.

The sudden surprise ripped through me, zapping shivers and goose bumps and every last hesitation from my mind. I didn’t care who saw. Who heard. Who knew.

His tongue teased against my clit.

One. Two. Three quick swipes.

And I was gone.

I tensed. Lachlan caught me as I dissolved into the water itself.

I gasped his name as my body completely betrayed me. How could I give myself to him again? Sex with a stranger had been bad enough, but now Lachlan knew me. After three days of animalistic, remorseless fucking, he’d learned what I liked. Lachlan anticipated my body’s every desire.

And the bastard loved it. He gave me that playboy laugh, the carefree arrogance earned with dimples and a skilled tongue.

“I knew you’d want me again, Elle.” He made a show of licking his lips. “I knew you’d beg for me. That you’d give into it.”

“A mistake…” I whispered.

“It’s not a mistake to want me. Not when you know I’m the best you’ve ever had.” He grinned. “I thought it’d take a lot more chasing before I got to taste that pussy again.”

Wrong thing to say.

“That’s it, loverboy.” I kicked his knee. He sprawled backward, landing on his ass. “You are the cockiest man on the face of this earth.”

Just to make the point, he waved a hand over his package, rock-hard and waiting for me to go deep.

My threat might have sounded harsher if my voice hadn’t trembled. “One of these days, Lachlan Reed, you’re going to find out that you aren’t the center of the universe.”

“As long as I get to be the center of yours.”

How could a man so arrogant sound so…genuine? I crossed my arms, but that perked my breasts and left the parts of me he had so thoroughly delighted completely exposed.

“It won’t happen,” I said. “You are rude, crude, and you think you’re God’s gift to women. You’ve never struggled a day in your life.”

Lachlan looked down to his hardened cock. “I’m struggling right now.”

“Poor baby.”

“I’m not asking for another night of sex.” He stood, his voice soft. “I just want a chance, Red. There’s a lot we have to talk about—a lot of stuff I don’t think you remember.”

“I remember plenty, thank you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

The shampoo was out of my hair, and the shower’s heat suffocated me with my own scorching desire. I stepped out of the water and faced him.

“It was fun,” I said. “But I rather stay out of trouble, especially the kind you cause.”

“If I can get with you, I’ll play by the rules.”

Yeah right. A man like him? “How can I be sure you’re not just another over-sexed, trouble-making superstar jock?”

“Maybe that’s why you like me?”

I walked away. Lachlan darted after me, taking my hand.

“Wait, Elle,” he