“I’ll always be here. You fall, I fall with you.” Her hazel eyes pierce through mine like an arrow. I take her chin in my hand and kiss her. She tastes like heaven. There it is again. That jolt that races through me. It happens every time I make contact with her. I’d take any opportunity to touch her. I’m crazy for her.
“Do you want to leave?” she murmurs, tilting her head so I can immerse myself in her perfection.
“Anything for you,” I whisper, hugging her to my chest. “So, what do you want to do after this?”
“Surprise me. You seem to be full of them tonight,” she says, lacing her hands around my neck. I press my lips to hers again knowing full well that if this is going to last, then we can’t go through something like this again.
The fans outside have thinned out and the lights from the stadium illuminate the streets as cars start to filter away from the stadium. She slips her soft hand into mine and leans into me as we walk back to my truck. She takes my breath away, looking like an angel in her white dress. Her hair is falling away from her shoulder exposing her perfect neck, her soft skin. My eyes are glued to her as she leans up against the truck waiting for me to unlock the door, giggling when I drop the key in the gravel parking lot.
“See what you do to me?” I reply, fumbling to find the key in the dirt. She laughs softly. “Oh, do you find it funny that you make me all flustered?” I rise and trap her against the truck. An unguarded smile covers her face as she reaches for my lips, my eyes soaking every flawless inch of her. She drapes her arms around my waist, pressing into me, tracing her fingers on my back as I feel her chest rise and fall against my body. She pulls away, gazing up at me, her breath tickling my cheek. My gut twists in a good way. This girl has me wrapped around her finger, and she doesn’t even know it. Damn, I never want to lose this.
“Can we go to your place?” She asks. “I want to stay with you tonight.”
“I’d love that,” I reply, kissing her forehead. This is my dream come true. “Are you still upset about tonight?” I ask, rubbing the back of my neck.
“No, I couldn’t be upset about what happened tonight.” She lowers her eyes and waits for me to open the door for her. She gracefully slides in, leans into my kiss and smiles as I close the door. There’s that look again. That one that makes me want to destroy something. I can’t forgive myself for not telling her. So how can she forgive me so easily? I need to make it up to her, to show her what she means to me.
I can tell she doesn’t like riding in my Hummer by the way she grasps the handle on the door and reaches out for my arm when we hit a bump or stop suddenly at a red light. Damn, I love this girl. Did I just think that?
“Hey, are you okay?” I chuckle, glancing over at her staring out the windshield.
“Fine.” She laughs, clutching my arm as she looks up at me. I love when she reaches for me, but I don’t want her to be doing it while she’s scared or maybe I do. I did say I love a damsel in distress. Did I just say that damn word again?
“Hey, relax. I won’t let anything happen to you.” I grin, pulling up into the driveway. “See, we’re already here.” She sighs in relief. The tension in her shoulders and the crease in her forehead disappear instantly and she smiles.
“Thank God,” she whispers.
“Well, I’m not good with surprises,” I say, as I unlock the door to my apartment and let her in.
“I beg to differ,” she replies, raising her eyebrows comically. “Courtesy of your inebriated Texas fan, I found out that you would or will be drafted by the Dallas Cowboys.”
“Ahh…let’s hope so.” I breathe, scooping her up in my arms and walking towards the bedroom.
“I believe in you,” she whispers, caressing my cheek with her hand.
“Thanks, doll.” Even finding out about me the way she did, the secrets that I’ve been afraid to share, she’s able to look past it. Why do I continue to hold back from her? What does she see in me? I need to make this right somehow. She deserves better.
I lose myself in her. Feeling her long hair brush against my skin, her dress slips up past her thighs and makes my overactive perverted imagination go crazy thinking about what’s underneath. I squeeze her tighter, pulling her closer to my chest, protecting her, and needing to feel her next to me. She tilts her head and smiles seductively, knowing the thoughts invading my head right now.
She laughs softly as we enter my darkened bedroom. I lay her on the bed, admiring her as she leans up on her elbows with her hair falling over her bare shoulders and her long legs that I need wrapped around me right this damn second. “Are we getting a little ahead of ourselves here?” She asks playfully.
“Baby, there’s nowhere else to put you.” I chuckle, gesturing around my sparsely furnished room with open arms and really loving the fact that I only have one piece of furniture in my room right now and that she’s on it.
“How convenient for you.” She laughs, twisting her silky long hair. Shit, I’ve waited so long for this.
“I have to be honest, though. I’ve imagined you here in my bed since the first day I met you. And right now it feels like I’m in a dream.” I bite my lip, eyeing her body, running my hand through my hair and thinking how lucky I am to have her in my bed right now. “Do you mind pinchin’ me to make sure?”
“I’m not moving; you need to come to me,” she murmurs, patting the empty area next to her. She looks so perfect where she lies. It’s like she was always meant to be there sitting on top of my white comforter, up against my pillows with me imagining her naked body underneath mine and holding on to the headboard, asking for more.
I waste no time going to her, instantly on alert, as her dress creeps up to her hips allowing me a peek of her white lace panties. I’m just about to go insane. The throbbing, the ache intensifies as she throws her legs around my waist. I frantically tug her closer to me, listening to her heart race under my fingers. Isn’t this what I just wished for?
“This. Is. Not. A. Dream.” She promises breathlessly over my lips.
She’s going to be the fucking death of me.
“So, are you gonna pinch me? I’m not the patient type,” I reply, my breathing rushed and erratic, feeling her legs tighten around my waist, as her lips tease my skin.
“This might hurt.” She breathes in my ear, slowly grazing the line of my jaw with her lips before placing her mouth on mine. I grab her ass, gently yanking her closer, wanting to feel her heat as our tongues meet. She runs her hands under my shirt as I feel her press herself into me, softly moaning into my mouth with her hands tugging roughly at my hair. I just want to be inside her right now. My mind is in overdrive thinking about how I want to take her. She whimpers when I caress her thighs, pushing her dress up past her waist. Feeling the lace of her panties on my skin has me ready to tear them off when her hand meets mine. She gently pushes on my chest and slowly separates her lips from mine and rolls over onto her back giggling. She agonizingly pulled the plug on me. She just played me in the worst possible way. As quickly as it started, it was over.
“So, do you think you’re still in a dream?” She glances over, struggling to catch her own breath. I love seeing that she’s as turned on as I am.
“What the fuck?” I moan, leaning back on my elbows “Are you gonna do that? Do you know what kind of pain you just put me through?” I groan, wanting her so badly, watching her gorgeous face light up in front of me. She’s already got my heart in a death grip. I can feel it because I’ve never felt anything quite like this before.
“Payback’s a bitch.” She grins flirtatiously. Damn, she’s literally killing me tonight.
“So, that’s how you like to play, huh? I’ll remember that next time.” I cringe, my body unable to withstand any more torture. I need her right now.
“It’s only fair.” She tilts her head coyly. “Don’t think it was easy for me to pull away either,” she says, tugging her dress down.
“Please don’t.” I beg, placing my hand over hers to stop her from
hiding her body from me. “I like the view from here.” I murmur. She smiles as I move in closer. I’m drowning in her damn seductive eyes, thinking about what could’ve been. But it’s not just sex with her. It never was since day one. I hope she knows that. I want her to know that.
She throws her head back letting her long hair fall behind her, laughing at my expense, but I don’t care because she looks gorgeous doing it. Leaning over, I kiss her neck and slowly work up to her ear, stroking her chin with my hand. She whimpers lifting her hypnotizing eyes to me before she softly brushes her angel lips on mine. I pull her closer to me, her body responding willingly to my touch.
“Doll?” I whisper in her ear, tracing the curve of her neck with my thumb.
‘‘Yes?” She moans, cupping my cheek in her hand, bringing her lips on top of mine as she runs her fingers across my jaw.
“I’ve been working on something for you.” I reveal, clearing my throat.
“Really, what is it?” She sits back and her eyes twinkle as she chastely kisses the corner of my mouth.
“I’m still working on it, but I wanted to show you what I have so far.” I’ve never done this before. I’ve never exposed myself to anyone, but then I’ve never met anyone quite like her. I want to show her how I really feel about her. I’m so damn nervous that my hands are shaking. Jesus, man up! I tentatively rise from the bed, fighting the pain that shoots from my knee. I love her reaction to my surprise when I grab my guitar, and play a few chords.
There’s nothing more soothing than hearing the strumming of a finely tuned guitar. I hadn’t picked it up since I’d been here. I’d been too busy with things, but the moment I laid eyes on Elle, everything changed. Playing the guitar is a pure rush for me. Three things make me feel this way—the one I just had in my arms, the one I have in my arms now, and the other just outside my grasp.
It had gotten me through the tough times growing up before the craziness of football hit. My mom always had her country music and my uncles were always playing for me. Music was like breathing, so picking up the guitar was natural for me. The strings became my lifelines. Tonight I just hope she likes what I do for her, and she sees what she means to me.
“So, what’s this surprise that has you all jumpy, baby?” I ask, watching him grab the guitar from the corner and throw the strap over his broad shoulders. I don’t know how I managed to pull away from him a few minutes ago. Looking at his flawlessness right now, I would give anything to be feeling his body against mine, and tasting those lips.
“You’ll see.” He blushes. There’s passion and hesitation in his eyes as he takes a seat next to me on the bed. His chiseled face lights up in anticipation as he leans in to kiss me on the cheek. It takes so much restraint and willpower to not pull him back on the bed, but I’m curious to see what he has for me and what’s causing him to behave so anxiously.
He peeks over, locks eyes with me, and starts to play the guitar—a slow tune, bluesy and rich. I feel my stomach flutter when he starts to sing. His voice is velvety and seductive, and his fingers dance effortlessly over the strings. Closing his eyes, his expression changes. Soaking in each strum of the guitar, each dip in his voice, chills begin to course through my body. The words are a poetic statement of love and taking chances, wanting to find that person that makes him a better man. I can only describe what I’m experiencing as magical.
When he finishes, he searches my face and I’m taken aback by the raw emotion that’s so clearly conveyed by his eyes. An ache grows in my chest, my throat tightens, and my eyes fill with tears. He sets the guitar down, taking me in his powerful arms and smiles. It’s the most thoughtful thing anyone could do for someone.
“Doll,” he whispers, lifting my chin to meet his eyes. “Does that mean you like it?” Breathing softly, he pauses almost touching my lips. Emotion locks up in my throat, and I close my eyes, giving myself a minute to absorb everything. Feelings for him that I’ve struggled so hard to push back flood through me. I don’t want to resist anymore. I am tired of fighting the fear of the unknown with him. I open my eyes to gaze into his and nod.
“Yes,” I whisper. I cup his cheek and pull him closer kissing him tenderly.
“Elle.” He sighs. “You don’t think you meant that much to me, but you do. This is my way to express it to you,” he murmurs over my lips, pulling away slightly to wipe away a tear with his thumb.
“It was beautiful.” I swallow the lump in my throat. Words are not enough to show him how he makes me feel at this moment, always. I know the feeling is close to the surface, always on the tip of my tongue. I lift my face to his, knowing that he feels the same.
“You don’t have a thing to prove. I’m already into you.” He breathes, sweeping the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. I nod, running my fingers through his hair.
In this moment, my world tilts on its axis. I want him to know that my feelings complement his. I slowly rise, standing in front of him. He smiles with his fierce blue eyes, stealing my breath away, causing every inch of my body to crave his touch. God, I want to do so many things, so many bad things. Taking his face in my hands, I kiss him, tasting his tongue, feeling his hands tug on my hair just enough to drive me crazy. I reach for his shirt and slowly unbutton it, letting it slip off his broad shoulders to the floor, gazing at his amazing perfection before I bring my lips down to his again.
His hands travel slowly down the length of my body to rest on my thighs. He slides his hand under my dress, lifting it over my head while planting kisses all over my body. He toys with the elastic of my panties before he slips them off, his hands gliding softly over my hips and my stomach. I sigh at how good his hands feel all over me. My body responds to his every touch as though it needs it, wants it, and begs for it.
“What do you want?” His lustful eyes meet mine. “Tell me,” he whispers, placing an urgent kiss on my lips. He gently, but powerfully tugs me into him skin to skin. His breath is like fire on my body. I run my fingers through his thick brown hair, tilting his head back. “I want to give you what you want,” I whimper.
“I already have what I want.” He breathes. The ravenous look in his eyes makes me shiver, and I can only imagine what he is thinking and feeling. “You’re what I want. Do you know that?” He rasps passionately. He groans as I run my hands down his bare back, feeling every muscle, his warm skin under my greedy hands.
“I do,” I reply. I place my hand over his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat under my fingers, feeling this connection to him that I’ve never felt before. I want to be his everything, and I want to show him in every way possible. Whatever happens tonight in this room, in this bed, means much more to me. I never saw him coming in a million years. I knew it from the day we met, and I can see it in his eyes, too.
I lower myself onto him feeling his length under me. He traces the lace of my bra with his hands and slowly unhooks it, letting it fall to the floor. He kisses the very corner of my mouth, barely brushing my bottom lip. His hot breath cascades down my neck and lightly tickles the top of my breasts. His hands caress my curves as his tongue licks a hot, wet trail across my skin. A jolt of electricity shoots through my belly and between my legs as he continues to press me onto him, the need for him potent and intoxicating. I kiss him with everything I have. His lips part, and when his tongue touches the roof of my mouth, a fire erupts throughout my whole body. His scent, his taste, his soft lips, and his exploring tongue are driving me crazy.
Slowly, I push him back on the bed and begin to peel off his clothes. He grins wickedly, and I smile. He brings out this passion and need for him that I can’t contain. I can’t and I won’t be able to get enough of him. I linger over his body, tracing every defined crease of his stomach, the V, while his chest rises and falls with his heavy breath. He’s unlike any man I’ve ever known and having him lying naked in front of me makes him completely irresistible and a slave to my desires. I’m on the verge of losing all control with him.
“What’s gotten into you?” He gr
oans, gently pulling my hair up off my neck. He exhales, raking his hooded eyes over my body. I feel the ache for him building, and I’m overwhelmed and impatient.
“Nothing yet,” I murmur on top of his mouth, taunting him with soft kisses on his neck as I run my fingers across his partially opened lips. He makes a noise and closes his eyes, his breath shallow and fast. My breath speeds up in response to his. He kisses my fingers softly and then opens his eyes and my breath hitches seeing the passion in his eyes. Sliding his strong hands over my thighs, he groans when he reaches my waist, gripping me tightly. My skin burns wherever he touches me.
“I’m yours.” I sigh, peeking at him through the fallen strands of hair that dangle before my eyes. His bright blue eyes dance playfully as he gently tucks my hair behind my ear.
“I want to look at you.” He says, pushing the hair away from my face. I can’t look away, ever. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers. He raises his lips to my jaw and kisses me softly, his lips trekking down to my throat. I can’t help but pant as his tongue teases me on its slow travel down to my breast. His hands explore my body. Cupping my breasts with his large palms, he teases my nipples with his thumbs. My heart races as his warm hands grip my waist tighter, pulling me down onto him; his breathing increases as he makes a noise in his throat.
His hard length nudges at my entrance, and I push back until his tip is inside of me. He lets out a moan and then sucks in his breath as I rock back and forth, taking more of him inside of me with each movement. His blue eyes are dark and hungry as he bites his lip in anticipation. Unable to take any more of my teasing, his strong hands grab my waist and he pulls me down onto his length as he thrusts up into me. I whimper, arching my back and moving my hips in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Tell me you want me,” he murmurs as he nips and bites my neck. Searching his deep blue irises, I see so much more than lust. I see everything he feels for me, and I wonder if he sees the same in mine. I’m not going to hold back, not now, not ever with him. It’s impossible.
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