Page 50 of Halftime

He closed his eyes for a moment, a smile crossing his face. Then he parted my legs and kissed my thighs, moving his hands closer to my core. I focused dazed eyes to find him looking back at me, a grin on his face, and then he moved that mouth to the needy place between my legs, and I couldn’t meet his gaze anymore. I couldn’t do anything but squirm, try to bring him closer, and then push him away as the sensations threatened to become too much. I was gasping his name, pulling his hair, lost to everything but his mouth and the fingers that slid inside.

I was gone, again.

When I opened my eyes, Seb was still between my legs, watching me with a warm, satisfied look.

“Come up here.”

He promptly crawled up my body, dropping more kisses on my sensitive skin as he did, until he was finally braced over me, face above mine. I reached for a kiss, tasting myself on him, and then, using the muscles he obviously didn’t find a turnoff, I flipped him onto his back.

“My turn,” I told him, my own voice growly.

I could feel his erection against my abdomen, hot and hard again, and as I slid down his body in turn, his breathing grew ragged as he figured out what I had planned.

“What are you doing, Faith?” he moaned as I grabbed his dick in a firm grasp.

“Bad things, Seb. Bad, bad things.”

“Thank God.” Then he stopped speaking as I took him in my mouth.

14

Sebastien

Waking up beside Faith was the best feeling ever.

I knew I had to get going soon. I had classes. She did, too. I just didn’t want to break this spell. Part of me had expected her to have vanished overnight. I guess that would’ve been hard for her to do since we were in her room, but I was apprehensive. The sex last night had been amazing, but I still found it difficult to accept that we were good. And together. The last year had been rough.

She was wrapped tightly around her pillow, as if she had fought to keep it overnight. I had my faults, but I’d never been a cover hog, so I didn’t think she was keeping it from me. Her hair was spread in blond tangles, and her face was hidden in the pillow. I thought she looked beautiful. I watched her shoulders lift and fall with her breathing, the wisps of hair moving as she exhaled. I might have been crossing the line into creeper territory here.

Her phone blared. I sat up, making myself look away.

“Seb?” Her voice was muffled with sleep, and I glanced over, willing myself to keep it together if there was any regret in her look.

“I’m here.” I hoped that was what she wanted.

“I’m sleepy. Your fault.”

She had her bottom lip jutting out, and I leaned over to kiss her. No regrets in those beautiful eyes. Okay, we both had morning breath, but I’d take that any day I got to wake up with Faith. My body was tired. I would pay for last night today at practice, but I didn’t care. Totally worth it. Unfortunately, I couldn’t brush off classes. If my GPA dropped too low, I couldn’t play.

“I gotta go.” I sounded reluctant. I was.

“Me, too.” She looked at me, and I mentally began to calculate if I could postpone something so that I could stay here with her. How low could I let my grade point go?

She ran a finger down my nose, stopping at my lips, and I sucked it into my mouth. Sure, I could miss a couple of classes.

“So we’re doing this?” she said.

I felt the grin stretching my face. No regrets, and she was still on board.

“Totally.” Gripping her hand and pulling the finger out of my mouth, I reached down for another kiss. When I pulled back, she slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Don’t care.” I wouldn’t have cared if she’d just eaten straight garlic.

She sat up, and I took a moment to enjoy the sight of a naked Faith in daylight. I hadn’t had this opportunity very often previously. Before, when I’d been billeted next door to her, we’d had to find time to be together, and sex was quick and usually in the dark. This time, we’d woken up together. Slept together. I loved it, and I hoped we could do it every night. Except on weekends, when one of us would be travelling until the season ended. Shit.

“Stop staring.” She bent over to grab a T-shirt and pulled it on.

I sighed. Faith’s ass was a beautiful sight. But, apparently, we were getting up, so I stood up to find my own clothing. I looked over my shoulder and caught her watchingmyass.

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