Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
NOAH
Today has been a day about taking chances. Another injury right after coming back from last year’s broken ankle rattled me. Every day we walk a precarious line between being okay and not. Today was another reminder of just how thin that line is.
The cliff you stand on playing professional football is steep and unforgiving.
I know this is what I chose for myself, but the reminder hits hard anyway.
There’s more destruction at the bottom of that fall than most careers.
It’s high risk, high reward. That’s what I was thinking about when Audrey burst into the room and back into my life.
I was peering over the cliff waiting to see if I was going to fall when she appeared, filling all my senses with her clean scent.
I knew I would regret not reaching for what I want.
And right now, in this moment, her hand in mine, as I lead her up the stairs, I’m immensely glad that I did.
I shut the door behind us and push her up against it.
I see the excitement and anticipation flash in her eyes as her back hits the wood.
If it’s a little rougher than I intend; she doesn’t seem to mind.
She seems eager. I put my hands on either side of her head and push my knee between her thighs.
I can feel the heat radiating from her through the fabric of my slacks.
It doesn’t escape me that I’m fully dressed in my game-day suit and tie.
I think it’s working to my benefit right now—at least based on her reaction.
I put my mouth on hers, gently searching. Asking permission for more. She knows and nods just slightly. I slide my hands up under the jersey that has touched my own skin and has my last name on it. “You’re driving me fucking wild with my name across your back. You know that?”
She reached down for the hem of the oversized jersey, practically swallowing her frame. I put a hand out to stop her. “No. It stays on.”
I move my hands down to the buttons on her jeans. I pause and look at her. Her pupils are wide with want, and I’m sure mine echo the same. “Is this what you want?” She nods. I shake my head. “I need your words, baby.” She tilts her head back to the door behind her.
“Take them off. I want everything. With you.” She looks down at me as I get on my knees and slide the denim down her hips, her thighs, lower as I watch, taking in every inch of pale skin and black lace.
She uses my shoulders for balance as she picks up one foot and then the other to let me slide them off.
Holy—fuck me. Her wearing the black lacy thing I sent her and the reality of it is one-hundred-thousand times better than what I imagined it would look like when I picked it out. The thin strip of dark lace against her creamy skin has my dick aching.
“I’ve been waiting a millennium for this.
I’ve been dreaming about this pussy, wishing for it, and I’m not going to waste another second.
” I pull the thong to the side, raise her leg over my shoulder, and put my tongue on her center.
No teasing, just tasting. She tastes like heaven, and I eat while she tries to squirm under me.
I pin her hips down with a forearm so I can better devour her.
I’d rebreak my ankle a million times over if it that means I’d be right here, right fucking now, hearing her moan and calling my name.