“You are so fucking sexy,” he almost growls as he strokes his cock in and out of my pussy. “Damn it, Dani. You feel better than I even imagined.”
“Do I?” I ask, reaching my hands behind me and gripping the pillows. “Do I turn you on, Landry?”
“You know you do. You feel how hard my cock is.”
“For me.”
“For you.”
“Ah!” I moan as his strokes become harder. “Yes! This!”
My entire body is on fire, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. He drives into me, hitting that spot in the back of my vagina that is a trigger to an orgasm. “I’m going to come.”
“Come all over my cock,” he growls.
“Fuck!” I scream as my vision is dotted with an array of colors. The build-up starts at my pussy and rolls, like lava, through my body. In a matter of seconds, I feel the energy pulsing through my toes and the top of my head. “Lincoln!”
He doesn’t slow down, just massages that spot with his swollen head. When my eyes can open again, I see his skin is broken out in a glisten of sweat.
Pulling his cock out so just the tip sits in my opening, he grins. “Up.” He rocks back on his heels.
Confused and still out of breath, I try to sit up. He bends down, touching his lips to mine, before wrapping an arm around my waist and twisting me on my hands and knees. A quick slap collides with my bare ass.
“Hold on, baby,” he says.
Before I can hold on or get my wits about me, he’s once again at my opening and thrusting in.
“Shit,” I mutter, clenching my teeth. One hand grips the bend of my waist, the other sitting on the end of my spine. His thumb plays against my ass, applying concerted pressure over the opening in the back. “I can’t,” I groan, knowing good and well that I can. And I want to.
He chuckles behind me. “We’ll save that for another day.”
“One day at a—” I start but am stopped by another smack to my rear. “Landry!”
He laughs again, both hands now digging into my sides, as he builds me up with quick, powerful strokes.
“You feel so good,” he growls, finding that spot once again. “I can’t hold back for long.”
I wait a few thrusts, making sure the rush of the climax is coming. Once the sparks start shooting through my veins, I yell, “I’m coming!”
He grunts behind me, going harder than ever before. Hearing him come apart only adds to the intensity of my own fall. My arms can’t hold up, turning to jelly, and I make it just until his last hiss of breath before I collapse onto my belly.
In an instant, he’s curled up behind me, dragging me into him.
I’m going to have to get up and clean myself in a second. But for now, I’ll stay right here, tucked safely in the arms of this delicious man.
Danielle
I SNUGGLE IN CLOSER, ONE arm draped across his chest and dangling off the side. There should be no cuddling right now. I should be in my damn car and driving home. Alas, here I am. Tucked into his side. Feeling him draw what I believe are baseballs on my back with the tip of his finger.
“I’m hungry now,” he says.
“Well, I’m not cooking.”
“Damn right you’re not.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I had to fight like hell to get you into my bed. You aren’t wasting time by spending it in my kitchen.”
I just snuggle into him more.
“I like when you do that,” he admits. “It makes me feel . . . happy, I think.”
“You think it makes you happy? That’s a weird thing to say.”
“Maybe.” He kisses the top of my head. “Things feel different these days.”
“How?”
His chest rises as he fills it with air. “I’m not sure,” he says finally. “Before this injury, I didn’t have time to think about much. I just went from game to practice to game to a party. I didn’t just lie in bed and contemplate the world, you know?”
“So you’re lying here considering world peace?” I tease. “Good to know.”
“The only piece I’m thinking about right now is this one,” he says, turning onto his side and looking at me in the eye. “I’ve just had some time to myself without anything to do. It’s made me think about things.”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” He gives me a grin I haven’t seen before. It’s sweet and soft and I want to lift up and press a kiss to his parted lips. So I do.
Nestling back against him, I’m falling hard and fast just like I knew I would. He’s too easy to be around—too kind, too sexy, too sweet. I can try to play like I don’t realize it, but it would be a big, fat lie. I don’t know that it’s love or just unbridled lust, but whatever it is, it has me wrapped up tight.
“You know you’re all I’ve been thinking about right?” he whispers.
My heart stills. I let my fingers drift up his bicep and back down again, watching the goosebumps pop up in their wake. “Sounds about right,” I joke.
“Who’s cocky now?” he laughs.
“Cocky? I call it logical. You think about me. It happens. But prepare yourself: you’ll just think about me more now that you’ve had me in the sack.”
“That’s the truth.”
I feel him quiet against me, his palm lying flat against the top of my ass. It’s a long couple of minutes before he outlines what I think are baseball bats.
“Where does this put us?” he asks. Hope drips through the question and lands right on my heart.
I pull away and look up in his eyes. My own hope is reeling all too high and I have to be smart. “Let’s just take it one day at a time.”
“I told you,” he says, “I’m always a step ahead. We call it a bird-dog step in baseball.” He lets his head burrow into the down pillow and he pulls me up under his chin again. “Why won’t you just admit you want to be with me?”
“I will admit it,” I say simply. “I want to be with you.”
“You are the most confusing woman I’ve ever met.”
I smile. “I’m not confusing. I’m fairly simple, actually.”
“Then help me out here, Ms. Simplicity. If you know you want to be with me, and it’s obvious I want to be with you,” he says, rolling his hips against me so I can feel him, “why aren’t we together?”
“We are.” I swing a leg over his hips. “Feel me? I’m here. With you. Together.”
He sighs in frustration. “Okay, let’s try this another way. Most women are all over me.”
I roll my eyes, even though I’m sure it’s true.
“I can’t help it,” he winks. “But you—I feel like I want you more than you want me and that’s really fucking weird.”
“I don’t think that’s true. Arrogant on your part, but not true,” I laugh.
“Then help a guy out,” he groans. “Fix my ego.”
“Your ego is fine.”
“And you’re deflecting, babe.”
I roll away from him so he can’t see my face. “You bring things way too close to home for me. That’s the truth,” I tell him.
“Go on . . .”
“Getting involved with you puts me one step closer to becoming my mother, and that’s the one thing I’ve promised myself I won’t be.”
I’ve never admitted that out loud before and it’s a damn personal thing to admit to the man that’s pretty much from the perfect family. It’s also embarrassing.