I heard her sharp intake of breath and then a soft moan as her grip on me tightened, and her lips molded against mine. My head tilted to the side, wanting more. I kissed her again and again. I turned my head the other way and felt her hand grasp the back of my head and pull me closer. I opened my mouth a little—just enough for my tongue to reach out and touch her lips.
Her mouth opened to me without hesitation, and it was my turn to moan.
She tasted so fucking good. She reached out with her tongue and touched mine, and I didn’t hesitate to lick across her lips before I delved into her mouth. My tongue explored, and her little soft moans started driving me over the edge.
“I don’t want to pretend,” I said again. My mouth never left hers as I spoke. “I want it to be real. I want you…”
I felt her nod though she never spoke or broke away from me. Her tongue entered my mouth again and ran along mine. I couldn’t get enough of it, and I sucked on it with my lips as my own tongue traveled along hers. Nicole pressed harder against me, and my head hit the back of the seat as she crawled into my lap and started kissing me in earnest.
So fucking good…
She moved her hands to my shoulders and then back down to my chest. She grazed me slightly with her fingernails through the fabric of my jersey. I groaned against her mouth, and I slid my hands down to her back, and I pulled her against me as we kept kissing and kissing and kissing.
At some point right before we would have needed ChapStick, Nicole pulled back, and her eyes met mine again. She was flushed and breathing hard, but most importantly, the fire was back in her eyes. I tilted my head down and kissed her once more but only lightly.
“If this is going to be real,” she said, “there’s something we have to make perfectly clear.”
Nicole straightened up in the seat, raising herself enough that we were more on eye level. Sh
e took my face between her palms and held me still.
“What?” I asked, feeling a little nervous.
“Thomas Malone, don’t you ever fuck with my shit again, you hear me?”
A smile crept across my face that I just couldn’t stop.
“You think this is funny, Malone?”
I shook my head.
“I think you’re beautiful,” I told her. “And I like it when you call me that, Rumple.”
“What? Malone?” she asked as she shook her head. “That is your name.”
“And for that name which is no part of thee, take all myself.”
She scowled at me, but I saw the corner of her mouth twitch. Leaning forward again, I wrapped my lips around her lower one, sucking on it and running my tongue over it. Her hands tangled back into my hair, and she held me against her. I slowly backed off, reveling in the feeling of her fingers tugging at my hair.
“Shouldn’t you be practicing for a game tonight or something?” she asked with a raised brow.
I tucked my head down against her shoulder and tightened my grip.
“Yeah, probably,” I said with a shrug.
“Maybe you should get out there, then.”
“I probably should.”
“You better play damn well tonight, too,” she added. “I expect a shut out game.”
She pushed her hand under my jaw and tilted my head up to align with hers. She placed her lips against mine and punctuated each word with a kiss.
“Just. For. Me.”
My heart began to beat faster at her words, and I looked into her glorious eyes.
“You got it.”