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If anyone else had stood and barked orders at me I would have played hell with them, but not Reece. I wanted to please him. To do whatever he wanted. I wanted to come undone for him.
“Show me how you touch yourself.”
A twinge of embarrassed panic went through me. “I can’t. You don’t want to see me doing that.”
He tilted my chin, forcing me to look in his dark eyes. “Trust me, I can’t think of anything I want to see more.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes. You can.”
His fingers danced up my inner thigh, teasing under the hem of my shorts. Heat flooded my body. His lips found mine as he tugged my shorts down and off. Planting his elbow by the side of my head, he leaned over me, and his lips met mine in a slow, drugging kiss that made my skin tingle with desire.
“Show me,” he murmured into my mouth. “You don’t have to feel any embarrassment with me.”
Warming shivers of anticipation raced the length of my spine. This is where we both came to work. Nobody here could have expected what was going on. It only made it more exciting. A desperate ache took root between my thighs. A strange fear gripped me, like I was standing at the edge of choppy waters preparing to jump in. The water would be freezing, but it would be so liberating to swim. Fuck it. I didn’t do fear. A captain can’t be afraid.
We both watched as I slipped my fingers down below the waistband of my thin cotton knickers and rubbed in slow, slippery circles. Waves of pleasure spread from my core at my gentle massage. Every nerve was heightened. Even the cold air on the apex of nerves between my thighs left me weak.
He slipped his fingers over mine. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered into my hair. “Guide me.”
I did as he asked, moving his fingers beneath mine in firm strokes on my slick tender flesh.
His clean manly scent filled my nose. “You think about me when you do this alone?”
“Yes.”
A quiver surged through me at his tormented groan.
His voice was a velvet murmur. “I keep having these dreams. I can’t get you out of my head. It’s like being a teenager with a crush again. This longing I have for you is torture. Do you know what you do to me?”
“What do I do to you?” My voice barely broke a whisper.
“You make me feel out of control, like I’m losing my mind for you.”
I arched my spine on the couch, my backside squirming into soft, buttery leather. My breath came hot and sharp and we were panting into each other’s mouths between hungry kisses that were somehow both slow and urgent. Still, he kept up his relentless, torturous massage between my thighs.
“You’re so beautiful. So perfect.” His hands were cool as they slipped under my jersey. He eased down the zip at the front of my sports bra and palmed my breasts. “So good… such a good girl.”
My body ached at the loss of his touch between my thighs.
“This might not happen for me, Reece… I know you’re expecting it… You don’t have to do this…”
He moved his hands from my breasts to cup my face. His face was its usual stoic mask; only his smoldering eyes betrayed his ardor. “Listen to me. It doesn’t matter if it happens or not. I’ve got all the time in the world to watch you like this. Don’t spend the whole match focusing on scoring a goal. Just enjoy the game.”
He lifted my jersey up and I helped him take it off. He sucked my nipple into his mouth. I moaned and arched against him, digging my fingers in his soft hair. His lips seared a trail over every inch of my breasts, then he was moving lower, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses on my stomach. The throb between my thighs became a desperate ache.
Slowly, his large hands skimmed my hips and he kissed through the thin fabric of my knickers. Sean had never gone down on me and I’d always wondered what it would feel like. Reece’s eyes locked with mine as he tongued through thin cotton. “Do you like that?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You’re going to be a good girl and tell me everything you like, and I’m going to give it to you. I’ll give you anything you want.”
He pulled up a chair to the end of the couch. Then he took hold of my hips and dragged me down so his face was positioned between my legs. His hands grazed my hips as he slid my knickers down and off, leaving me bare apart from my socks pulled to the knee. I moved to take my shin pads and socks off.
He shook his head. “No. Leave them on.”
“You want me to leave my socks on?”
