When I wake up and look over at Nick’s side of the bed, it’s empty.
I yawn, feeling groggy and a little sad all at once. I wonder where he went.
A minute later, the bedroom door opens. He walks in holding a plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, and a glass of orange juice.
He’s shirtless and wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips. My mouth waters—for the foodandhim.
His mouth curves up in a sexy smile as he walks over to me. I sit up, and he leans down to kiss me.
“Good morning,” he says against my mouth.
“Morning,” I murmur. I eye the plate in his hand. “Did you cook that for me?”
He chuckles. “Of course it’s for you.”
He sits on the edge of the bed and hands me the plate. My stomach growls right as I grab the fork he’s holding.
He laughs again. “I have really good timing.”
I chuckle and inhale half of the eggs and a strip of bacon.
“Don’t you want some too?” I say before biting into the toast.
He shakes his head, his smile turning naughty as he glances down at my lap. “I’m planning on having something else for breakfast.”
My pussy aches just seeing the hungry look in his eyes.
He leans over and presses a whisper-soft kiss to my shoulder. My eyelids flutter just feeling his mouth on my skin. I shiver, in disbelief at how everything worked out between us.
I think back to last night, how stunned I was when Nick told me he loved me. How surprised he looked when I told him that I loved him too. How I felt giddy and overwhelmed all at once. It all feels like a dream.
Except for the crap he’s going through with his coach and his team. I’m so angry for him. I wish there was something I could do to fix it…
I push aside the thought and refocus. He’s not thinking about that. I won’t either. Instead, I’ll focus on us. On giving him exactly what he wants.
I set aside the plate and take a sip of the orange juice. I lean back and pull off the jersey I slept in.
His eyes glaze over as he gawks at my boobs. A rough noise rips from his throat. It sounds a lot like a growl. It issohot hearing just how feral he gets when he sees my body.
He leans down and teases my nipple with his tongue. My head falls back as I moan. He moves to my other nipple, teasing and toying until I’m panting and moaning and yanking on his hair.
“I want you to ride my face,” he says as he kisses up my chest.
My tummy dips. I’ve never done that before.
I tell him that, but he just smiles.
“I’m excited to be your first,” he says.
That small wave of nervousness fades away. He lies back on the bed, then guides me to straddle him. With his hands on my ass cheeks, he pushes me up over his face.
“How are you going to breathe?” I ask.
His gaze is hungry as he stares up at my pussy. My clit throbs.
“I’ll be just fine. Now ride my face like a good girl.”
My breath catches at his bossy tone. I lower down, gasping as he runs his tongue up and down my slit. He digs his fingers into my ass cheeks. After a few seconds, I start to relax. I close my eyes and ride out the pleasure his tongue is delivering to my body.
