The Revenge Pact (Kings of Football, #1)(90)

She knows how to move, this girl. She plays with the collar of the hoodie then releases it with her fingers, slipping her shoulder out of the other arm. She holds it in front of her, easing it down, revealing her breasts, the slope of her hips, the skin of her thighs.

My hands clench.

“Baby…” My voice is gruff, layered in emotion. Never seen her completely naked, and she is drop-dead gorgeous.

“You wanted to look,” she says as she drops the hoodie and does a twirl in front of me, and I groan when I see her lush ass, that indentation at the bottom of her spine, the spot where I want to put my tongue.

The song plays softly, and I walk to her, need spiking. I turn her around and cup her face. My thumbs skate over her cheeks, my fingers diving into her hair as I bring her forward and kiss her. It’s a dirty kiss, open-mouthed and erotic and deep. I want to consume her, fuck her, love her. Her tongue tangles with mine, then her teeth tug on my bottom lip. My hands lift her up and hold her as her legs wrap around my waist.

“That was a short striptease, and I was going to give you a blow job.” She laughs against my lips as I fall back onto the bed with her on top of me.

“Later.” I flip us over and stare down at her. Her lavender hair splays out behind her, and her green eyes shine in the dim light.

“Hmmm, I thought about surprising you in the shower, but since I wanted to be good, I thought we’d do your fantasy first.” She runs her hands through my hair and sighs. Her touch wanders to my face. “I love your hair. Your eyes. These lips. I’m ready for the magic,” she murmurs. “Wow me with your vast skills.”

I huff out a laugh. “No pressure at all.”

We’ve had the safe sex talk. I’m clean from a football physical and have always used a condom. She’s had a recent checkup and is on the pill.

“Let me touch you like I’ve been thinking about,” I say softly.

I scoot her up to the pillows and hover over her as I whip my towel off and place my knees on either side of her. Long hair, expressive eyes, dark lashes, full breasts with dusky nipples, the long legs, the V between her legs, the one I’ve already tasted and can’t get out of my head.

She laughs nervously. “You’re staring.”

“You. Are. Beautiful.” I graze my fingers over where her heart is. “On the outside. And here. Right here.” I trace a heart there.

Her throat moves as she swallows. “I love you.”

I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to how those words make me feel.

“Touch me,” she begs.

I hover over her, my bigger body encasing hers. I kiss her forehead, her nose, her chin, then her lips. And I am lost. In the feel of her body against mine, in the smell of her, in the yearning and urgency of her tongue. Pressing her hands out beside her head, I lace our fingers together and kiss her again and again, long and slow and lazy.

“River…” she gasps.

I suck her neck and her body arches into mine. “Hands to yourself,” I whisper as I unlace our fingers and cup her breasts, bringing them to my mouth. “I waited a year for you. I’m going to feast.”

She lets out a shuddering breath as I graze my teeth over the tender flesh of her nipple. I suckle until her breasts are pink, until she squirms and reaches for me. I work my way down her body, leaving no piece of her untouched. My lips and teeth and tongue find her collarbone, the side of her waist, her hips, the freckle on her side, her belly button, the inside of her thighs.

I’m on my knees at the end of the bed and she’s in front of me, her legs spread. I taste her, my fingers spreading her as I take what’s mine. My tongue dances over her as I sink my finger inside.

“So wet for me,” I groan against her. “I’m going to fuck you over and over and over…”

She moans and puts her hands in my hair. My pulse pounds as I pump slowly with my fingers, her breathy gasps ramping me higher.

“So expressive, Anastasia…” I say as my finger rubs the top of her channel, the place I touched on the rooftop that sent her over the edge. “You wanna come on my fingers?” I ask gruffy as I look up and hold her eyes. Hers are blown, completely dilated.

“Yes,” she breathes as she twists on the bed.

“Hmmm, I’m glad our first time is here, with the snow and the stars.” I suck her pearl into my mouth, my teeth grazing the skin.

She whimpers and tenses, her body tightening.

“That’s it,” I purr.

“River…” Her hands fling down and grab the comforter, making fists as she arches up and calls my name again. Her core clenches, spasming around my fingers as her body flushes a pink color. Her head tosses from side to side, her lips parted as she tries to breathe.

“Anastasia…” I growl. “Damn. Beautiful.”

Her body vibrates, still reverberating from the aftershocks as I take my time, working my hands up her thighs to her waist and her chest.

“Take me. Own me for real,” she says.

Easing between her legs, I take her hips and brush my cock over her entrance, then up to her clit, moving through the slickness.

She shudders. “Don’t tease me…”

I can’t. I want her too bad. That first pump is slow, halfway in, and my heart pounds as I pause and say roughly, “Eyes on me, baby. Never look away. All those days I spent trying to not look at you, I want it all now.” I push and slide in deeper, pivoting my hips to twist inside her.