Page 31 of Tempting the Goalie
“Ignore him,” I say to Izzy.
She’s giggling. “He’s funny.”
“He’s one of my good friends here in the house. He’s probably realizing how little he knows about me after all this time living together,” I explain.
Izzy’s lips turn down. “I hate how closed down you are.”
“I’ve always been this way,” I reply.
“It doesn’t mean that it’s healthy to be so closed off. These guys are your friends,” she notes. “They should know who you are. What makes you tick.”
“They know me,” I assure. “Now come here, I don’t want you to psychoanalyze me.”
I draw her in to me and wrap my arms around her waist. She smiles as we move in close to each other. I dip my lips to her neck and spread kisses down her nape when I remember what I promised her. I brought her here to teach her confidence. I pull away and she pouts. I go to lie down on my bed against the headboard.
“That was feeling nice. Why did you stop?” she pouts.
“We’re going to make you confident, Izzy. Now take off your top, slowly.”
“You want me to strip for you?” she asks wide-eyed. Her chocolate-brown eyes have a deer in the headlights look to them.
I grin. “Yes, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I want to watch your clothes come off.”
She covers her hands over her face and mumbles something.
“Come on, beautiful. You got this. Even if you feel embarrassed, push yourself out of your comfort zone,” I encourage.
“Only if you’re willing to do the same for me,” she counters, throwing me off.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Start opening up to your friends. You’re an amazing guy, Luc. Start showing them the side that has nothing to do with hockey and random hookups.”
“I’m not doing random hookups, Mon coeur,” I remind. “There’s nothing random about you, and they don’t need to hear my sob story.”
“You’re stubborn.”
“I know, now are you going to strip for me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she replies, her chin held up high. She’s wearing a tight-fitting black shirt. She slowly peels it up, revealing a black lace bra underneath. My breath catches as I take in her creamy skin. Her full breasts are on display in that bra as she moves the shirt over her head and throws it at me. “Do we need music?”
I start laughing hard. “Have I created a monster?”
“Only time will tell,” she replies and moves to her phone. She tells me she’s opening her Spotify playlist, and she plays a song that you’d hear in a club. She begins moving her hips.
My cock grows hard as she takes a clip out of her hair and her brown mane falls over her shoulders. My breathing picks up as she mesmerizes me with the way she moves and the silly smile on her lips.
“Do I have a future as a dancer?” she asks.
“That depends. If you want to dance for me, I’ll never say no,” I say to her.
“You only have three weeks of this, remember,” she reminds, her words feeling like a bucket of cold water. I don’t want to think about three weeks from now. I’ve loved Izzy ever since I can remember. I’ve had dirty dreams about her and may have had to get myself off once or twice before seeing her. Now that this fantasy has become real, it feels too good to be true.
“What’s next? My leggings?” she asks.
I swallow hard and nod. Her brown eyes drop to my crotch. I’m hard as fuck and she can see it. She licks her lips and swaysher hips as she pulls her leggings over her ass. The music pulses as I take in every inch of her skin. This is supposed to be about her, but I feel like I am losing control here as my heart beats erratically.
She throws her leggings on my desk and spins. She pumps her hands in the air awkwardly and, damn, she is so beautiful. I can’t believe how free she is acting. How comfortable she feels with me.
