Page 51 of The Surprise Play (Nolan U Football #3)

WILY

So yeah, Satch’s parents saw my bare ass. They saw me actually inside their daughter, and I’m lucky not to be standing on the snowy street outside with my pants around my ankles.

Which is why I have to make this second chance count.

My gorgeous girl is lying beside me on this heinous pink duvet, and I can tell she’s dubious about trying again. We were midway, my body heating with that electric fire, and it’s not gonna take much for me to get back there.

But I won’t force her into anything she doesn’t want to do.

Her body is kind of stiff as I kiss my way from the curve of her breast to that beautiful pink nipple I love so much.

Sucking it into my mouth, I play with it for a selfish minute before glancing up at her face.

Shit .

My insides deflate as I sit back on my elbow and stare down at her. “We don’t have to do this. We can just sleep if you want.”

Her frown is uncertain, and I push the corners of her mouth up, trying to make her smile.

A breathy laugh makes her boobs jiggle, and I glance down at them. Yearning powers through me, but I force myself to say, “We can just snuggle up and fall asleep. I get it.”

“I’m surprised you want to do anything after that embarrassment. I mean, my parents caught us having sex. Don’t you want to curl into a ball and die?”

I laugh, unable to help myself.

Cupping her cheek, I guide her to look at me. “Satch, your parents saw me having sex with their daughter who I happen to…” My throat swells, my voice getting husky as I take a giant risk and just say it. “Love.”

Her eyes dart to mine, wide and beautiful in the soft lamplight.

My insides turn to pliable putty, a smile teasing my lips as I say it with a little more conviction. “I love you, Satch. And I don’t know if I’ve loved a girl before, because what I feel about you is off the charts. You know?”

“I know,” she whispers, her eyes welling with tears as she stares up at me with a watery smile.

“I love you.” She sniffs. “And I’m not just saying that because you just said it.

I really mean it. I’ve been feeling it for a while, but I thought it was too soon.

I didn’t want to freak you out, but… I love you. I do.”

Brushing a tear off her cheek, I can’t explain this sensation riding through me.

Holy shit .

I didn’t realize how much I wanted to hear that from her.

I don’t know what to say… and my throat’s too thick to form any coherent words anyway.

Smiling up at me, she grabs my face and pulls me down to kiss her. Our tongues meet in the middle—so familiar and warm that it’s easy to get sucked back into the vortex that is Satch’s perfect mouth.

My hands start to roam before I can stop them, and she lets me feel her up.

I make her come with soft strokes between her legs, all the while kissing her lips until she can’t hold out anymore.

Breaking away from me with sexy-ass whimpers and a groan that travels right through me, she falls apart in my arms and I roll between her thighs, slipping into her wet oasis with ease.

I’m still suited up, and although I should probably check the thing for breaks or tears, I can’t leave her.

So I gently plunge and thrust until I’m forced to use some common sense.

Reluctantly slipping out of her, I rise to my knees, needing to check that my armor is still intact.

“Is everything okay?” she pants, disappointment marring her expression when I switch on the bedside lamp.

“Yeah, baby. I’m just checking that this thing is still bulletproof.” I make sure we’re good to go before winking at her, then flopping onto my back and asking if she wants to try something new.

Nervous anticipation lights her face as I guide her to sit on top of me .

Her breasts sway as she gets herself comfortable, and I cup them in my hands, holding them steady while she lines us up, then sinks onto me.

“Holy shit,” I rasp, loving the way she encases me. Her weight on my thighs is delicious. Her body rocking over mine this way… holy shit.

She’s all-consuming, and when she grips my wrists and starts to ride me with more confidence, I can’t help telling her again.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much, Satch.”

Her smile is nothing but beauty when she beams down at me, then takes my hands, threading our fingers together. I can’t break eye contact with her as she rides me.

It’s fucking intimate, and I can’t make myself close my eyes or look away.

That gaze of hers is glassy with emotion and affection, and I want to bask in it for the rest of eternity.

I love you, I silently tell her, and she smiles, rising and falling over me until the heat spreading through my body is white-hot gold.

My breathing turns shallow, quick puffs of air punching out of me as my heart starts to pound. That heat continues to spread and glow until I’m the fucking Human Torch.

Squeezing her fingers, I lose myself, jerking beneath her as that fire takes me out, rocketing through me and blasting into her with an energy that is pure power—overwhelming, all-consuming electricity that binds us with a force I’ve never felt before.

She gasps and moans above me, her pussy clutching my dick as she bounces and pumps, tipping her head back with an erotic moan.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Squeezing her thighs on either side of me, she whimpers, resting her hands on my shoulders as she rides out her orgasm with a sexy-ass expression, then lets her body sag.

Pulling her down, I nestle her over my chest and squeeze her against me while we catch our breath.

I want to tell her that was fucking hot.

I want to ask her if we can please do that again.

But there is no space for words right now.

I just want to feel her body pressed against mine.

I want to listen to her soft breaths and revel in this moment.

I’m holding the woman I love.

And it can’t get better than that.