“Nix, God…” I slid my fingers into his hair as my other hand fisted the sheet.
My legs were already trembling, shaking with pleasure as he ate me.
Nix pulled away, gazing up at me as he slowly pressed two fingers inside me. My eyes fluttered closed, too overwhelmed at the sensations wreaking havoc on my body.
“Eyes on me, Birdie. I want to watch you fly.”
The second I locked eyes on him, Nix smiled. And it was so adorable, full of so much vulnerability, that I melted.
“Does that feel good?” He curved his fingers deep at the same time as he lowered his mouth back to my clit and sucked.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, slowly splintering apart. It was too much. Too freaking good. The way his tongue and fingers moved together in perfect synchrony.
“Nix, I’m—” I cried out as an intense wave of pleasure crashed over me, dragging me under. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe as warmth enveloped me.
When Nix crawled up my body, resting his weight on his elbows, I was still breathless. “Hi.” He leaned in, rubbing his nose along my jaw and dropping a kiss to my lips.
“Hi.”
“I like this,” he said. “Waking up with you. Watching you come apart like that.”
“It was very… nice.” I swallowed, trying to catch my breath.
“Nice?” His brow quirked up. “Seemed like it was a little more than nice to me, B.”
Looping my arms around his neck, I smirked. “It was okay.”
“Okay, huh? Guess I’ll have to spend some time practicing then. Figuring out what you like.” His voice turned molten, deep and gravelly.
“I think I can get on board with that.”
“Yeah?” His mouth twitched. “Good to know.”
“How are you feeling?”
His expression slipped a little. “I’ll be okay, B. You don’t have to worry—”
“Don’t say that. I do worry, I’ll always worry. This season is important to you.”
“You’re important to me.”
“The two aren’t mutually exclusive, Nix. You can have football and still have me. Albany U is your chance, your shot at getting out of here.”
His eyes narrowed. “Did someone say something to you?”
I couldn’t lie, not when there had been so many lies already between us.
“He only cares—”
“Zane.”
“He’s worried, we all are. This thing with Marc Denby, your dad—”
The heat in his eyes guttered out. “I can handle my old man.”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t.”
Nix rolled off me and laid down, letting out a heavy sigh. I turned to face him and waited, sensing he needed space.
But when he finally spoke, they were the last words I was expecting.