Page 40 of The Surprise Play (Nolan U Football #3)

ELIZABETH

My breath catches as my aching knee is exposed to the air.

Taking off my sweats without hurting that graze was impossible, and in the end, I just had to wrestle them off and grit my teeth through the discomfort.

As soon as that gray fabric was puddled at my feet, I winced at my boring beige underwear and quickly wrapped the blanket around me.

I then folded my sweats and started the painful wait, listening to noises downstairs. The rising and falling of voices. The laughter.

For a second, I couldn’t help wondering if they were laughing about me. The hippo who fell over and cracked the pavement.

Closing my eyes, I try not to relive Katrina’s taunts. She used to love blaming every crack in the sidewalk on me.

She’d follow me home from school sometimes and ask, “Did you fall over there? Oh, and there too. Oh wow, look at the size of that one! That’s definitely a hippo crack.”

Before I could spiral too far back in my memory, Wily walked through the door, his arms piled high with goodies and first aid supplies.

And now he’s carefully checking out my knee, and I’m melting on the end of his bed.

“Is it still sore?” he gently asks, his tone soft and husky.

“A little,” I admit, my breath catching when he starts to dab the outer edge with antiseptic. “But I’ll be okay.”

He smiles up at me, glancing away from my knee for a second. “It’s okay to hurt, baby.”

This soft, self-deprecating laugh pops out of me, but I quickly suck the sound back in. “I just don’t want to make a big deal of it. All this fuss for just a little graze.”

He smiles, lightly blowing on my damaged skin and sending my insides into a frenzy. His fingers skim down my leg, and I can’t breathe. Seriously. I can’t breathe.

Letting me go, he rustles through the kit, pulling out a large Band-Aid and testing the size on my knee before peeling the backing off and delicately applying it to my skin.

His fingers feel so good. His touch is so delicate, yet I can feel it through every fiber of my being.

He’s never touched my legs before. Not without fabric in the way, and his hand resting on my thigh like this… his thumb caressing me while he softly kisses the spot around that bandage…

My insides quiver.

“I like looking after you,” he murmurs, trailing his lips to the top of my knee and kissing a spot there too. “I want to make you feel better, Satch.”

“You do,” I quickly tell him. “I just have to look at you and life gets a little brighter.”

His eyes land on mine then, sparkling with appreciation.

Setting the ice pack aside, I skim my fingers down his face, my heart rate accelerating as my mind flies to places I’ve been dreaming about. Images of naked bodies. Wily lying on top of me, giving me something I’ve never experienced before.

The pads of his fingers are still resting on my thigh, and I never want him to stop. I want those fingers to keep traveling, exploring, touching. My skin is sizzling for it, begging him to make me feel this good all over.

I wish I could say that to him, but I don’t know how to find the words.

All I can do is lean forward and kiss him.

He meets me halfway, his soft mouth melting against mine like it always does.

I love kissing him.

I love his hands on my body.

I want more.

I’ve been wanting more ever since our first date, but I don’t know how to ask.

How do I say that I want to feel his body moving over mine with no clothes in the way?

Every time he touches me, he goes a little further, and I’m internally crying out for more, but then he’ll pull away, not wanting to push it.

But maybe I want him to push it this time.

Running my hands down to his neck, I deepen the kiss, then splay my hands over his shoulders before holding my breath and tugging on his shirt.

It’s a bold move I’ve never tried before, but I can’t back out now. He knows exactly what I’m silently asking.

Pinging away from me, he checks my face, his eyes lighting with excitement as I tug at his shirt again. Helping me out, he pulls it over his head, flinging it on the floor. I stare at his perfect body, reaching out for those pecs… mesmerized by his defined ridges.

He’s so beautiful. A shaky breath rushes between my lips as I trail my fingers over his body.

He rises up to his knees, giving me better access while he runs his hands lightly up my thighs. They disappear beneath the throw wrapped around me, and I shiver when they reach my upper thigh, skimming the edge of my panty line.

“Is this okay?” he rasps.

I nod and quickly check, “Is this okay? Does this feel good?” Turning my hand, I run my knuckles down his six-pack, then start traveling back up to his puckered nipples.

“You feel good, baby,” he breathes against my neck before running the tip of his tongue up to my ear and sucking the lobe into his mouth.

A puff of air spurts out of me, followed by a moan that I can’t control.

He feels so good.

More, more! my body starts begging, and I move before I can change my mind.

Unzipping the hoodie, I push it off my shoulders, then grip the bottom of my shirt and start to lift it.

Catching Wily’s eye, I give him a nervous wince, nearly changing my mind. But the look of pure yearning I see flashing across his face is too sweet to deny.

So I close my eyes and go for it, pulling off my shirt and setting it down beside me.

My heart is thundering so hard, I won’t be surprised if he can see the beats pulsing just beneath my skin.

I have no idea if Wily likes what he sees. My eyes are still closed because I’m pretty sure I put on my plainest, comfiest bra after my shower today, and he’s probably seen way prettier ones than this.

“Shit, I love your tits.”

My eyes pop open in surprise. “What did you just say?”

He dips his head with a soft laugh. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it’s true.” He points at my chest. “They are gorgeous.”

I gasp and cover them with my hands, crossing my arms over my body. “R-really?”

He nods. “They’re big and beautiful, and I really want to touch ’em.” He looks hungry, and I glance down at my chest, wondering what the big deal is. They’re just breasts. They’re cumbersome and annoying. They bounce and get in the way and they’re heavy and?—

“But I won’t, unless it’s okay with you.” He clears his throat but doesn’t take his eyes off my chest.

Biting my lips together, I drop my arms away, letting him look.

It feels so bold to do this, and my heart rate kicks up a notch as I pull my shoulders back and whisper, “You can touch me.”

Holding my breath as he reaches for me, I keep that air locked in my lungs as he skims his finger down the line of my bra, then ever so slowly… ever so delicately… he pushes the strap off my shoulder and places a kiss in the groove on my skin.

I close my eyes again, running my fingers into his hair as he paints a line over my skin, kissing his way to the other strap while gently massaging my breasts.

Okay, now I want the bra gone.

The thought is as terrifying as it is tantalizing, so I quickly act before I can change my mind.

Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and stop breathing yet again.

Wily pulls back, giving me space to move. I don’t know if he realizes he’s doing it, but his head is bobbing. He’s one eager beaver, and it’s that sweet yearning on his face that finally gives me the courage to drop the bra at my feet.

His smile is instant, his eyes lighting as he stares at my breasts like they’re an undiscovered wonder of the world.

He cups them in his hands, gently, with the utmost care, brushing his thumb over the sensitive skin before leaning toward me and trailing his tongue between them.

My breath catches yet again, my body electrifying as he explores my delicate skin with his lips and tongue. When he reaches my left nipple, I swear I have never felt anything so good. Ever. In my entire life. I have never felt this freaking good!

I moan, fisting the back of his hair while his tongue circles my nipple, then sucks it into his mouth.

Oh shit. This is incredible!

I’m whimpering before I can stop myself, and then he’s trailing kisses over my stomach, dipping his nose into my belly button before brushing my lower abs with his short whiskers.

They scratch and tickle. I bite my bottom lip, reeling at these new sensations.

My heart is still thundering away, galloping through my chest and making me lightheaded.

Between my legs is tingling something fierce, and I want him to touch me there. I want to know what it’s like to be with a man.

To be with Wily.

So I shift back on his bed, lifting my feet up and crab-crawling backward. The throw falls away from me, and I’m soon lying back on his pillows in nothing but my beige underwear.

He stands tall, gazing down at me.

I can’t tell what he’s thinking, and I shift uncomfortably, covering my chest with my arm and splaying a hand over the triangle between my legs.

“You don’t have to hide yourself from me,” he whispers, his gaze lingering slowly down my body. It’s so obvious that he likes what he sees.

How is that possible?

I worry my lip, starting to tremble when he kneels on the end of the bed. I shift my feet so he can find a perch between my legs, and now stars are starting to scatter in front of my vision.

Am I really doing this?

Yes! You want this. You really want this.

His fingers skim lightly up my calf muscles, softly exploring my exposed curves until he’s caressing the edge of my panty line again.

“Is this okay?” His voice is a husky rasp, his eyes darting to mine. “Do you want me to do this? ”

“Yes.” I breathe the word more than say it, then act on instinct and lift my hips.

He takes my cue and wriggles the underwear off my hips.

Oh my gosh, Wily Wilson is seeing me naked.

He keeps his eyes on me, his lips rising at the edges when he finally pulls the underwear off my feet and throws them on the floor.

I have no idea what he’s thinking and I’m too afraid to look, so I quickly shut my eyes before I embarrass myself.

“It’s okay, baby.” His fingers skim over my thighs.

“I’ve never been naked around a guy before,” I admit.

“I know.” His voice is sweet with understanding, and I pop my eyes open, my breath whooshing out of me when he stands and pulls his sweats and boxer briefs off.

Sitting up on my elbows, I gape at his glorious, naked body. His penis is standing to attention, long and impressive, and I have no idea what to say.

“Now we’re even. Both naked, and no one needs to be embarrassed.

” His boyish smirk is adorable, and my chest fills with affection as I gaze at him.

His blue eyes turn serious with an intensity that makes my heart stop beating for a second.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, okay?

You say stop and I will. If anything is too much…

I’ll back away. I promise. You can trust me. ”

I nod, my lips quivering as they rise into a smile. “I trust you.”

His expression softens with affection as he crawls back onto the bed and nestles between my legs again.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whisper, but it’s already so freaking obvious I don’t know why I said it .

He smiles, stretching out above me, then flopping to his side so we’re next to each other. Totally naked.

We’re naked.

His bare leg presses against mine, the tip of his penis skimming my thigh as he tucks his arm under his head and lightly presses a kiss to my cheek.

“Let’s just take this slow,” he whispers into my ear, his fingers trailing over my shoulder and down toward my breasts again.

His touch is featherlight, and I close my eyes, tipping my head back when he starts nibbling my neck and, inch by inch… working his way down my body.