Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,166

more? Desperation threaded my veins. I craved to touch her, hold her, take her as my own. Her silken body lured me close, and something primal hardened my cock.

Desire was too sweet an instinct.

I had to prove she was mine once and for all.

Her bra dropped to the floor. The chocolate-dark of her skin warmed under my hand. I cupped her breast and rolled my thumb and finger over the hard, waiting bud. My mouth watered for a taste, but her hands worked quicker than my lust-addled mind. She shimmied from her yoga pants.

Oh, Christ. She wasn’t wearing panties.

I’d drop to my knees and worship this woman. Just one taste. Just one lick.

Just one quivering, mouth-watering, creamy bite from her most sensitive secret.

Mandy took my hand before I knelt down. Her sweet smile turned sultry, and she glanced at the shower.

Fuck it. It didn’t matter how. Either on the floor or under the water, Mandy was getting wet.

I kicked off my jeans and gathered her into my arms. I flipped the water on too hot, but I didn’t care. Nothing burned more than my blood, and the steaming droplets striking my back soothed me, calming me with a sting before I overwhelmed the woman I poised to attack.

I shielded her from the water until it ran cooler. The beaded heat struck my skin, and she teased me with the sensual caress of her fingertips. Her touch traced my muscles, my pecs. She smirked and drew her nail over my nipple. My cock hardened. Twitching. Her hands lowered, but not quick enough, lost within the hard-packed strength of my abs.

I grunted. “If you knew what you did to me…”

“If you knew what you already did to me.”

I kissed her, pressing her into the shower wall. The water cradled us in warmth and a cocoon of quietness. The rhythmic cascade roared over my rasped breath. Mandy moaned into me, still somehow hotter that the steam. The heat curled between us, and every pelted drop of water urged me on, encouraging me to shelter Mandy with my strength, my body, everything I had for her.

I couldn’t get any harder. My cock pressed against her belly, and she broke my kiss to stroke me. Her hands were tiny, but I appreciated the effort. Every tug, every loving pull enthralled me, and I stared at her hands to watch the dark and light pleasing me with every caress.

I strained against the near agony of her touch. Mandy giggled, even as I pinned her against the wall, my arms on either side of her shoulders. She wasn’t going anywhere.

She squeezed my cock. I nearly came then, imagining how sexy she’d look splashed with my desire.

“I never showered with a woman before.” I swore as her pace increased. “First time for me too.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“You don’t have to make me feel better about giving you my virginity.” She slowed her motions, but her delicate fingers wrapped so lovingly over my cock I had to force myself not to come. “I wanted it to be you. And I’m glad it was you.”

“If I had known—”

She got a little mischievous. She yanked me, drawing me closer with a sexy smile. “You couldn’t have done it any better than you did, Nate. Every time you touch me it’s good.”

“I’m not a man who settles for good.”

“You’re not just good enough.” Her words quieted. She nibbled on her lip. “You’re more than I thought you were. When I close my eyes at night, I see you. I dream of you. I wake up thinking of you.”

There she was, finally brave enough to speak some of the truth, to tell me how she felt, what she needed.

And all I had to do was drop three hundred bucks on taco supplies, cook for four hours, then seduce her while confessing more to her than I’d ever admitted to any other woman.

Best decision of my life.

I kissed her, tasting her full lip and savoring every moment our bodies touched without any barrier. She quieted again, staring at me with eyes wide with sincerity and uncertainty.

Why was she still guarded?

It didn’t take courage to ask a girl out. That was an acquired skill. I chased them, I seduced them, I fucked them, and I ran when things got too real. Mandy was the only person who untangled me from that dominating lust to show me something…more.

That’s why relationships were hard. I left myself at her mercy, begging for a relief that