“Bullshit. I believe your exact words were, ‘Please, Callum, I want you to eat my pussy.’”
“You made me say it! You wouldn’t do it unless I asked.”
I shake my head, our noses brushing together. “I don’t recall this at all.”
She growls in frustration, and I laugh again. I don’t remember the last time I woke up this happy. Maybe it was after that game where I assisted on every goalandwe got Fox a shutout? But even then, I don’t think it wasthatgood of a morning. Not like this.
“To answer your question, no. I don’t have practice this morning. I’m off today and tomorrow.”
She nods. “That makes sense after being on the road for so long.”
“Yep, and I think Coach Smith needs a break from us. We might have gotten a little rowdy on the plane last night.”
“Let me guess—Lawless Lawson?”
Not even mentioning him and the ridiculous nickname he gave himself is enough to shake my grin. “Always.” I nuzzle my nose against her cheek, inhaling that floral scent she always seems to have. “You know, I never did thank you for taking care of Percy for me.”
“That’s not true. You thanked me on the phone every day when we talked.”
I did do that, but I pretend I didn’t. “Nah. I don’t recall that either.”
“Then it sounds like you need to get your head checked with Doc.” She raps her knuckles against my temple. “Maybe you hit it against the glass one too many times.”
“Or…” I kiss her lips softly. “I’m just looking for an excuse to say thank you again.”
“Okay. Then say it.”
“You know…I was kind of thinking of saying it in a different way…”
She lifts a brow. “Such as?”
But I don’t answer her with words. Instead, I kiss my way down her chin and neck, sliding my tongue over the spot she likes. A breathless sigh leaves her, and the sound is like a short song written only for me. I do it again, and I’m rewarded with another verse.
I pay attention to the spot for a few more moments before slipping lower. I want so damn badly to push her shirt up and kiss every inch of her, but I don’t. If I did, there’s no way I’d be getting anything else done today. I’d spend the entirety of my off day worshipping her, and as nice as that sounds, I was hoping we could spend the day together in other ways.
So instead, I kiss her thighs where the shirt meets her skin, then I push them farther apart and give myself a look at her center.
“Fuck, Clover,” I say, looking at her. “You’re already wet for me.”
“Do you have any idea how good a kisser you are?”
I chuckle. “I wasn’t aware.”
She peers down at me. “Liar. You know. You’re just being—ahhhhh!”
Her words turn into nothing but a garbled mess as I slide my tongue over her, loving how she tastes first thing in the morning.
“Sorry, what was that?”
She shakes her head, her lips clamped tightly together, and I chuckle against her as I glide my tongue across her once more.
“Callum…” She tugs on my hair, and I force myself to stop and look up at her. “You don’t have to do that, you know.”
“Oh, I know. I want to. Do you have any idea how many nights I would lie awake dreaming of doing this to you again? How often I’d slip back into a memory of the time I’ve spent here? How I’ve yearned for this? I know I don’thaveto lick your pretty little cunt, Clover, but I really, really want to.”
She swallows, then swallows again.
“Fuck,” she mutters, her eyes closing as she sinks back against the pillow, and it’s all the approval I need.
