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I inch my way over the small of her back. Then lower. Then lower still until I can’t resist it any longer and dig my fingers into her ass, squeezing hard.

God, everything about her body is perfect.

She startles, looking up at me with hooded eyes before she stands on her tiptoes to kiss me again.

I let her take charge for the moment, allowing her tongue the freedom to explore. But she presses her body against me and my restraint snaps.

I can’t get enough. I want to pick her up and take her into that bathroom. It takes everything in me not to.

I hold her tighter, kissing down her jaw to her neck, nipping at her skin as she stifles a moan. Kissing her feels like a need, no longer a want. She’s like the oxygen that keeps me alive. I can feel it in my chest. I need her. I need this.

When we break apart, it is too soon. We’re both breathing heavily. The world around us comes back into focus and I’m determined to find a way to slip away again. I run a hand through my hair, not caring what I look like.

Her already full lips are swollen. She stumbles slightly when I step back, and I steady her with my hand.

“That good, huh?” I ask. For the first time all day I feel light. Happy.

She looks at me sheepishly. “Yeah.”

“We uh, we should probably go back in, now that I know you’re okay.” Or we could stay here. But I can’t bring myself to push my luck, as much as I would like to.

“Yeah. I guess we should.” She hesitates though, as if waiting for me to come with her.

“I uh, I have to stay behind for a second,” I say.

She looks at me confused, and then she sees the problem. Her eyes growing wide as her mouth opens in surprise.

“Yeah,” I laugh. “And I’m going to need to stay away from you in order for this to get better.”

She looks surprised and then smug, her lips curving into a triumphant smirk.

I can’t help it. I pull her in for one last hug, kissing the top of her head. “You look good in my jersey.”

Astrid smiles against my shoulder, shrugging in my arms. “It’s a tax write-off.”

I let out a laugh against her hair and reluctantly pull away, giving her one final once over before finally releasing her.

“Okay, I’ll meet you back in there.”

I have to turn around to prevent myself from watching her walk away. The last thing I need is to stare at her ass. Fuck. I rub a hand over my face. That ass. God, what I would do to take her home right now again— I sigh.

This is going to take longer than I thought.

CHAPTER 12

ASTRID

Iwalk back into the party, my feet light, my cheeks hurting from what I’m sure is a ridiculously wide grin.

Sean kissed me. Again.

The crowd suddenly feels less claustrophobic and the atmosphere more comfortable.

The other day wasn’t a fluke after all. He actually wanted to kiss me. On purpose. I feel giddy.

I touch my lips as if to make sure it was real. It does seem like something out of a dream. I can still feel him there, and I try to savor the lingering sensation. God, kissing him is better than I remember.

The room is buzzing with energy that seems to magnify my own. Players and family members pack the space, and I notice that there is even a reporter in the corner, interviewing who I think is the head coach.

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