Page 161 of Falling Offsides

She swallows. “Do you think I’m unaffectionate?”

“No, I think you’re like those flowers that open and close in response to sunlight. When you’re on the phone with Delilah, you open up.”

I can’t swallow the rock that lodges in my throat at my words. Because I want to be her sunlight. So bad.

“You know, I looked it up and it’s kind of fitting that you love daisies so much. Cause that’s what they do, you know? They open and close depending on the light around them.”

“Delilah’s my best friend. We found each other when we needed it most. My mom had just moved us back to Washington and her family relocated there. We were both alone and starting over, and that was that. We stuck like glue. You know… like fate.”

“It sure has a way of bringing the right people into our lives at the right time.”Like her into mine.

I didn’t even know I needed her, and now I’m dreading the day she leaves.

With the lightest press of her lips to mine, Courtney hums in agreement. Man, the sound rolls through me in a delicious heatwave that’s got every inch of me completely aware of every inch of her pressed to me. Her nipples are hard and the more her chest juts into mine, the hotter my blood whooshes in my veins.

“What else do you like about watching me?” she asks with another sweet peck.

“My second favorite part of watching you is when you’re listening to your books out loud.”

She groans at the exaggerated wag of my brows. “Oh God, this is going to be embarrassing.”

“On the contrary, it’s totally fascinating. Your whole posture changes when you’re turned on. You move different. Like your limbs are all heavy and sluggish. You tug at your hair a lot, especially when it gets really dirty. You also lick your lips a whole lot and gnaw on them.”

A sharp gasp hollows her throat when I strum my thumb along her wet pout, pulling it from between her teeth as she fusses with her hair. Because me knowing these intimate details is making her hot and bothered. Her leg hooks over my hip, pressing her hot cunt to my hard cock.

As she wriggles on me, my hand molds to her bare ass, roving upwards slowly with my nails raking over her skin. “When it gets rough and filthy… kind of unhinged, you scratch at your throat and grab at your tits. Because you like it. You want to be fucked like those women in your books and honestly… I’ve never wanted or needed to fuck the way I do with you. I’ve never wanted to own anything the way I need to own you. I’ve never desired anything the way I crave living inside you.”

“Why?”

Her breath snags when I grip her nape and yank her head back so I can see her face when I tell her, “Because fate brought us together.”

“And what about it?” Her words are low and lust slurred.

The rhythm of her pulse skitters over mine when I press my chest tohers and lick at her lips. “Fate brought us together and I’ve made you mine and you’ve made me yours.”

“Mine and yours…” she whispers back.

“That’s right, Snow.”

In one motion I roll onto my back and shift her on top of me. Sitting up, I take her with me and strip her of my t-shirt. Sure, she looks fucking insane with my face all on her, but nothing beats this view of her. Hands braced above my knees, her body bowed just right, offering me her perfect nipples. When I take a bite of her pert tit, Court writhes over me.

“Auguste…”

“Yes, Snow?” I blow a cool breath over her damp skin and move to the other side of her chest, teasing her hard nipple with a flick of my tongue.

“Don’t fucking tease.” One hand grips my jaw, her long nails clawing deep…mean.

I like it.

Still… “You wanna call the shots, Court?”

Her eyes narrow on mine. Blue fucking fire.

“You want to ruin me, the way I’m gonna keep ruining you?” Her nails claw deeper, down to the bone, stopping me from teasing her with my mouth. “I’m gonna make sure you never forget me. That I’m all you fucking want. That your body forgets how to crave anything else…”

Her tits tremble with her ragged breaths. It’s so obvious she’s aching to take control. Desperate to ruin me. And still, she’s holding back. Waiting for me to go at her.

If that’s what my girl wants…

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