Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

LETTIE

A m I really getting ready to take his heat-seeking missile into my mouth? I've only given one blowjob in my life, and it's freaking intimidating when it's long. Strong. Hot. When I ask Dane for help, he doesn't answer. Instead, his head falls back, and he steadies himself by pulling my hair.

Although I've dated some of his teammates who are also tall, I never had sex with them. I did give one a hand job, but he was nowhere near Dane's size, so I shouldn't compare.

Dane glances down with heavy, hooded lids. His fingers make circles against my scalp.

"Tell me what you like. Help me."

He clears his throat, and his words come out broken and weak. "You can do no wrong in my eyes."

I feel a we ighty pull in my core. His words mean so much to me. I‘m certain he doesn't understand how much. I've loved this man my whole life, and I can't lose him. What if I do it wrong? What if he can't look at me after this? Right now, he wants me naked, that I know. But tomorrow? Do we go back to being best friends? Is that even possible?

I don't realize that I stopped with my lips pressed against his velvety head.

"You… we…" he exhales a breath.

While I hold his shaft with one hand, my other squeezes the back of his thigh before traveling up to his ass. It's muscular, but the skin is soft, and I press him forward.

"Jesus," he mutters as I take him into my mouth.

When I can't seem to get a rhythm, his hand pushes my head gently, and I find a beat in my head to Luke Combs' The Kind of Love We Make . Feeling more confident, I pick up the pace, and he pumps his hips into my face. The thrusts get wilder, and I fall apart. I'm coming on my knees without his touch, or mine. Strings of spit stretch between his head and my lips.

Before I can say I'm sorry, long ropes paint my neck and chest. Dane bites down on his lip, which is one of his nervous habits but right now, I don't know whether he's nervous or as lost in the moment as I am.

"Sorry, I'm not good at that."

He gives me both hands, pulling me to my feet. "Are you serious? You were perfect. Are perfect." He takes two fingers, writing something in his arousal smeared across my chest. "You just made one of my all-time fantasies c ome true."

Shocked, I ask, "A girl on her knees. I'm sure I'm not the first." I hate the words coming out of my mouth, letting my insecurity crawl up my spine.

"You. On your knees. For me. Hands down, my number one fantasy."

"Me?" I ask sheepishly. How could Dane Greathouse, who brings twenty-five thousand people or more to their feet, who's adored by an entire state, and attracts women like bees to honey, have any fantasies about me?

He kisses me so tenderly. "Yes, you."

Unhooking my strapless bra, he picks up his shirt and wipes my chest.

The silence makes me hyper aware of the intensity crackling, so I break the moment. I have to fill the space, or I become uncomfortable, so I blurt out, "I feel like a naked hooker in these heels."

Chuckling, he points out, "You're not naked. You still have panties on."

"I do have on this thin piece of lace. Are you going to tell me why?" I half-demand an answer with a twerked eyebrow and a grin.

"Does my baby want to be a bad girl?" His fingers swirl around my nipples.

My pulse quickens when he flashes a mischievous grin and throws me over his shoulder. My face is directly above his ass, and it is glorious, even upside down.

We laugh when he drops me on the king-size bed, like in the movies. My body bounces on what feels like a cloud, but as I meet his gaze, his pupils are dilated and show the force of a raging bull.

Whatever he's thinking, I hope he does it all to me.

Anticipation. Damn, it heightens everything as he hovers over me. I run my hands over his torso.

He falls back onto his ankles and removes my high heels. "These could tear a tendon or rupture my... I do need to protect myself." The chuckle that escapes him is laced with desire.

I smile but inside, I wonder how I'll protect myself from the runaway train of my uncontrollable feelings. About Dane.

The most beautiful man with his dark, messy hair falling forward bends to kiss my thigh, then my stomach and stops on my chest. His large hands make my mango-sized boobs look small. He has one in each hand, squeezing.

They're ripe. I promise.

"I never thought I would see your tits again." Pinching and pulling one nipple into his mouth.

"Again?"

He laughs, but his tone is dark and dusty. "I saw your mosquito bites when we were ten. You went down the big slide at the Splash Park. And…" He grazes his teeth against my rock-hard nipple, causing me to arch off the bed. " And your teal-green two piece was all wonky when you came up out of the water, showing your little nipples." He trails a lazy, wet tongue between them. "And I moved in to hug you. Even then, I didn't want anyone but me to see your mosquito bites."

I lie there, trying to recall, but he takes my mind to a different space as he showers my body with praise. "Gorgeous." And then his harsh suctioning kisses against my neck as his fingers slide over my mound and down into the folds. "Do you like the way I touch you?"

Sinking my teeth into my lip and my hands into his air, "Yes."

Reality sets in that Dane is touching me, and I'm going to relish every moment. He slides one finger inside me, feeling every inch of my inner walls. God, I'm so wet—it's borderline embarrassing.

"So wet."

Great, he noticed. He continues to kiss me, removing his fingers, and my body wants him back. He repositions where he hovers above me on his elbows. "Are you sure?"

I nod. "Do you have a condom?"

He shakes his head. "This is the last thing I thought would happen."

Dane must see the same disappointment in my face that I see in his. This is a sign that we shouldn't take this any further. We both know we won't end up together. This is a one, sex-craved night with my best friend.

He adds, "It doesn't mean we can't keep doing other things."

The way Dane's lips travel over my body heats my skin and stretches my heart..

"Well, since you just shot your load on my chest, we could do it for a minute."

"We shouldn't."

My head falls to the side, and tears prick the corners of my eyes. I've dreamt of this for so long and I'm afraid we'll never get to this point again. One of us will wake up tomorrow and regret crossing this line.

"Baby, I want to. You know I do. It's just…"

"I get it. You know I'm on the pill. Oh God, you don't think I'm clean. Or are you not clean?" I freak out, saying everything in my mind.

He kisses me to shut me up. "I know you're clean, and I'm definitely clean. You're still on the pill? I thought you were getting off it."

Dane knows almost everything about me, which is why I don't want to screw this up.

"I stayed on it because… I hoped we would do this once before our senior year is over and… before you're gone and forget about me."