Page 21 of Tempting the Goalie
“I know, Luc.” She smiles as if she knows she’s victorious already.
“Okay,” I agree because my emotions are so wrapped up in this girl. At least I always had the line of friendship protecting me. What will protect me now?
Izzy leans over the console. “We need to seal it with a kiss.”
She’s trying to kill me. “Why do I feel like I’m treading in very dangerous waters?” I may not want to settle down but if I ever did, Izzy is the perfect woman in every way.
“There’s nothing to worry about. We’re two friends who are going to have some fun.” She raises her brows and her chocolate-brown eyes glow with mischief. Yup, she is going to be the end of me.
“Come here,” I say, pulling her into me.
Our lips touch and sparks erupt in my body. Her lips are warm and soft, and she tastes sweet. She tastes better than all the wild fantasies I had of us kissing when I was a teenager. Back then, kissing Izzy was a daydream or a dream that filled my nights with a desire that ended with the light of day. But now this is real, I’m lost in her.
She lets out a soft moan. My cock is so hard it presses against my jeans. “We should go back to your place. I mean, if you think you’re ready for that.”
“I’m ready, Luc. Yes, drive,” she insists with excitement.
I laugh at her eagerness and start the engine. I head toward her house.
“You sure you want this?” I ask and I side-eye her as we reach a red light. I just watch her body language, the way she squeezes her thighs together, and I know before I even see her nod that she’s all in.
We arrive at her house. I park out front on the street. We leave my car. “Looks like my roommates are home so we’ll have to be quiet,” she says.
“It’s not me who will have trouble being quiet,” I warn.
Her brown eyes widen. “Luc, I’ve never. . .I don’t. I’m not wired that way. I don’t want you to be disappointed. I think it pissed West off. Maybe that was the problem.”
I hiss. “I’m about to prove you wrong, Mon coeur.”
She inhales deeply and I can tell she doesn’t believe me, which makes me even more determined. We enter the house quietly. The entrance is dark, and I kick off my shoes to follow her up to her room.
She closes the door and leans on it. Her breaths are ragged. She bites into her lower lip then asks, “What now?”
I tuck a lose strand of hair behind her ear and lean in to kiss her. I touch my body to hers and wrap my arms around her waist as I draw her into me. I never thought I would have Izzy’s body pressed to mine. Never believed our tongues would tangle in this way. It was always a fantasy. Not my reality, yet here we are. I’m rock-hard as she wraps her arms around my back, kissing me with so much heat I’m lost in the moment. Our tongues move together as I walk her backward toward the bed. When the back of her knees touch the edge of the mattress, I say, “It isn’t too late to back out.”
She frowns. “Nothing in the world would make me back away from you, ever.” Her words hit me in the center of my chest.
“Lie down on the bed,” I instruct her.
“Whoa, you’re bossy in the bedroom. That shouldn’t surprise me.” She giggles but she does as I say.
She lies on the bed and leans back on her elbows. I walk toward her and lift one leg, then I reach down and slowly remove her panties. I stare into her eyes as I lower them down her legs and off her feet. I watch how her chest rises and falls with anticipation. I see the trust in her gaze. She licks her lips, and I get down on my knees on the floor and lift her dress. I place each of her legs over my shoulders, giving me straight access to her pussy. Just being this close to her makes me want to lose myload. I remember hot summer nights sleeping in bed with her and having her press her behind unintentionally into my cock. I would daydream about what it felt like to be inside her. I spread her pussy lips, which are a perfect pink, and dip my tongue into her folds.
“OMG,” she calls out. “This feels. . .” She doesn’t finish the sentence. Instead, she fists the sheet. “West never did this.”
Because he was a lazy asshole.
“I don’t want to hear about West when my tongue is inside you,” I demand.
“Don’t stop,” she responds.
A small smile curls my lips. “Then don’t interrupt me.” I get back to it, flicking her clit with my tongue, licking her slowly up and down until I reach her seam and dip my tongue inside her. I feel her squeezing me, so I insert two fingers inside her pussy and begin to pump as I lick her in a faster steady rhythm.
“I thought you said we have to be quiet,” I smirk.
“Asshole. How can I be quiet with what you’re doing to me?” she asks, her breathing fast and choppy.
“I guess you aren’t broken after all.” I grin. I hold on to her hips with one of my hands to keep her in place as I finger her and lick her at the same time. She is slowly trying to wiggle away from me. Crying it’s too much and telling me to never stop in the same sentence. It’s sexy as hell. It makes me want to take off my pants and bury my cock deep inside her, but that isn’t what she needs from me.
