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I catch her gaze falling to my lips as her chest rises and falls against mine, and when she looks back up, she gives me a subtle nod. I’m not sure if she even realized she did it, but I take that as the green light I’ve been waiting for and slowly descend my lips to hers.
Veronica instantly melts in my arms, a soft moan falling from her lips, and I capture it. I deepen the kiss when she opens up for me, my tongue sliding between her lips and into her mouth as hers twirls around mine. Her hand moves into my hair, pulling me even closer as she becomes desperate for my touch.
I feel my shaft turning to stone inside my boxers as I thrust softly against her, causing her to whimper. I bite her lower lip and do it again, needing to hear her perfect little noises once more. This time she moans my name, her head slightly dropping back as she tries to fist my short hair. “Noah…”
I kiss her again, never getting enough. Wanting more. This isn’t like the first timeshe kissed me, where it was just lip against lip and lasted barely five seconds, or even the one during our big win. This one is deep, feverish, and holds passion. It holds everything I’ve ever wanted from her.
We’re lost in the moment as we claim each other with our mouths, electricity shooting through the air around us. That is until a car horn blares from nearby and snaps us back to reality.
I pull away slightly as we look at each other, both breathing heavily, pupils fully blown on both ends. For a moment, she seems frozen in place, like the realization of what just happened between us is finally hitting her. But then she smiles, and it nearly knocks me to my knees. I bring my lips down to hers one last time, kissing them delicately, then step away.
She moves aside and lets me open the car door for her, where she slides in quietly before I walk around and settle into the driver’s seat. When I look at her, she seems lost in thought. “Do you want me to drop you off at your place?”
She eventually turns to me, looking over all my features. “Is it okay if I come back to the penthouse with you?” she whispers. “Aubrey will be working later, and I don’t feel like sitting around alone doing nothing.”
“Of course, Kitten. It’sourhome, you’re always welcome there.”
GABRIEL
I grab a water bottle from the fridge and take a much-needed gulp as the elevator dings. I’m expecting to find only Noah making his way over but spot Ronnie at his side as well.
“Vixen.” I grin. “I didn’t know you were coming today.”
“I wasn’t planning to.” She looks up at Noah for a second before turning back to me. “But I was getting bored at home and texted Noah to see what you guys were up to. He offered to bring me over here on his way home.”
I nod, a little irritated that she texted him and not me, but I swallow it down. “So, what’s the plan for the day?” I ask, hoping they didn’t already make plans without me.
Plans that don’t include me.
“Not sure, we haven’t discussed anything yet,” Noah informs me.Thank God.
“What would you like to do, baby? It’s your call. Anything you want.” I beam her way.
She looks at both of us, then bites her pillowy bottom lip. “I’ve always wanted to go to Coney Island.”
“You’ve never been?” Noah asks as he brushes her hair back behind her ear, to which she shakes her head while gazing at him.
I clap my hands, pulling them out of whatever little moment they’re having. “Then I guess it’s settled. We’re going to Coney Island.” The excitement that lights up Ronnie’s face at my statement makes this impromptu trip totally worth it.
“I’m gonna grab a shower first. Then we can go,” Noah tells us.
“That’s okay, I was in the middle of my workout anyway. Just came to get some water since the mini fridge is out. I’ll finish up quickly, then jump in the shower as well, and we’ll leave after.”
“Okay, I’ll fill up the fridge in the gym. I forgot to do it yesterday, sorry,” Ronnie says as she moves into the pantry and grabs a case of bottled water.
I take it from her hands as she reaches for a box of protein bars as well. “That’s okay, baby. No need to apologize, it’s not the end of the world.” We walk together toward the gym while Noah heads upstairs.
Once inside the weight room, I get back to my workout. From the corner of my eye, I catch Ronnie watching me from time to time as she fixes up the fridge. A few moments later, she finishes up her task, and I expect her to leave the room and wander off to do something else. But instead, she gets closer, standing against one of the mirrors along the wall and watches me.
She doesn’t say anything, and neither do I. But I feel her heated gaze traveling down my body with every move I make. And it’s fucking euphoric. Finishing up all my sets, I drop to the ground to finish off with my regular stretches. As a goalie, it’s important to stay flexible and have your joints loose. The season might be over, but I like to stay at the top of my shape even during the off-season.
As I twist from side to side, stretching my hips and legs out, I find Ronnie with hooded eyes, lips slightly parted as she leans her back into the mirror. One dainty hand falling over her chest delicately as it rises and falls.My little Vixen is turned on.I give her a wink and a tiny blush forms over her cheekbones.
She clears her throat, lifting her head and pushing her shoulders back, acting like she’s not affected by me in the slightest. “I never realized how flexible you were. I always thought it was just all the pads that made you look that way.”
“Nope. All me, baby.” I grin as I stand.
“It must come in handy, being flexible,” she says softly.
