I tried to keep my heart from leaping right out of my broken ribcage.
I ran my fingers against the skin at her side, gripping her lightly as my gaze danced involuntarily from her mouth to her eyes. I shifted my head, rubbing my cheek against the pillow a little before I rose and moved a few inches closer. I looked at her eyes, dilated in the darkness, but clear and bright…beautiful. I looked back at her lips…ever so slightly parted and releasing her breath just a little quicker than before.
I traced my tongue over my bottom lip and focused solely on what she was going to taste like. I grasped her side just a little bit tighter as I pulled her slightly toward me. Nicole’s hand slipped behind my head.
I moved closer, and I could feel her breath against my mouth. I could even taste it. Inhaling through my nose, I let her scent wash over me as my eyes closed, and I eliminated the final, minuscule distance between us.
My lips met hers.
So, so soft.
My head was spinning in circles. My skin rose in goose bumps, and everything around us faded and
disappeared from the senses. There was no sound, no sight, no feeling outside of the slight contact between our lips.
Warm.
She tasted like she smelled…heavenly.
Pushing just a little, I molded my lips around hers, kissing her again. Her fingers tightened their grip in the hair at the back of my head, pulling me tighter against her mouth. I heard and felt her muted gasp.
I didn’t stop. I kissed her again, softly and slowly, moving my lips in sync with hers. It was as flawless as when we danced together. It was as flawless as the ripple of her thighs as she swung her leg, contacted the edge of the ball, and pinned it in the corner of the net.
Nicole shifted, pushing herself up a little, pressing my head down against the pillow. Her mouth wrapped around my lower lip, sucking on it gently, and it was my turn to moan. My fingers slid up her back, under her shirt, and teased along her spine. I felt the arteries in my thighs start to pump more blood to my cock as it pressed against her leg.
So, so good.
Nicole pulled back, breaking our contact, and I had to stop myself from whining. For a long moment, we just looked at each other. Both of us were still breathing quickly, and my heart continued to race in my chest. She was still very, very close…I could have reached out with my tongue and still touched her mouth.
“Do you think that was good enough?” Nicole’s whispered words brushed my lips with her breath.
“I’m convinced,” I said. I closed my eyes, mentally cataloging the last thirty seconds under the best fucking seconds of my life. I went over and over it…again and again. Every touch, every breath, every beat of my heart, every twitch of her fingers...everything. When I opened my eyes again, I looked into the deep, beautiful blue irises next to me, and I knew I didn’t want to pretend anymore.
I wanted her to feel it.
Really feel it.
This wasn’t any old game anymore; it was the fucking World Cup to me.
I don’t know how long we lay there just looking into each other’s eyes. I actually lost track of the time. Nicole’s hand stayed against the back of my head, and my fingers continued to trace lines up and down her lower back. It wasn’t awkward or strange just to be looking at her in the darkness of her room. It felt natural and right to me.
“It’s late,” Nicole finally said.
I nodded but felt a slight sense of dread, too. Was she going to send me away? It was nearly midnight after all.
“Dad usually gets up around six, and I don’t really want to have him walk in here and see you before I have a chance to talk to him, so I’m going to set the alarm for five, okay?”
“Yeah, that’s good,” I agreed. “It’s not like I brought a change of clothes or anything.”
I tried to laugh it off.
“Well, remember that for next time,” Nicole replied.
“Next time?” I felt my heart rise into my throat, and I swallowed before speaking again. “You mean…I could come back?”
Her fingers flipped my hair off my neck.
“Anytime you need to,” she said quietly.