“God, you’re wet, babe,” he said, making her quiver.
He pulled her forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before capturing it with his teeth. She hissed at the pleasurable pain that always rocketed pleasure right to her core. She dug her nails into his shoulders and pushed her breast deeper into his mouth, craving more.
He grasped her hips and moved her back and forth across his cock, sending shards of sensation across her sensitized nerve endings. Oh, she wanted to come. She planted her feet against the edge of the pool table and rode his shaft with her clit, so close to the edge she bit her lip, lifting up so she could see his face as she catapulted over the edge.
He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her when she came, absorbing her cries with his lips and tongue while waves of pleasure rocked her senseless. She heard him tear the condom package and she moved away only long enough for him to sheath himself, then she climbed onto his cock and buried it inside her, still convulsing from the aftereffects of her orgasm.
She held still, feeling him thicken while he played with her nipples. It was always like this when he entered her—like the very first time—an amazing discovery of just how good they were together. He held on to her while she rose up, then down again, rolling her body over his in a slow, careful tease that made his jaw clench.
In this position, she had all the control, and that he let her have it said so much about what kind of man he was. She swept her hand across his jaw, his bottom lip. He grabbed her finger and took it into his mouth, sucking it, and she dropped down on his cock, grinding against his balls until he groaned.
“You’re killing me, Jenna.”
“I know.”
He lifted her, then thrust up into her, easing down before powering into her again.
And when he rolled her over onto her back, looming over her to take possession, she welcomed him, needing him to do exactly what it would take to make her fly. He spread her legs and levered his hips against hers, their bodies as one. He buried his cock so deep she cried out, coming in a single burst that she felt all the way to her toes. She went rigid, then shuddered.
“Fuck,” he said, digging his fingers into her. He groaned when he came with her, pulling her up to put his lips on hers in a kiss so filled with passion it left her breathless.
They fell together and Ty rolled to his side, taking her with him, stroking her back and her hair.
Her eyelids felt heavy and if they weren’t laying on the pool table in her bar she could fall asleep just like this.
“Damn,” he said. “This is an uncomfortable bed.”
She laughed, and they climbed off, got dressed, and drove to her place, where they undressed again and got into bed.
Jenna loved the possessive way Ty always drew her against him, wrapping his arms around her as they slept.
“Thank you for the best birthday I’ve ever had,” he said as he kissed her.
She smiled and wriggled against him. “You’re welcome.”
The words hovered on the tip of her tongue, the words she’d never said to a man before. But she couldn’t say them, because he hadn’t said them to her and she didn’t know how he felt.
Coward.
Yeah, she sure was.
But she still wasn’t sure if what she felt was real, or just a moment of passion.
So she let them go unsaid, and drifted off to sleep.
TWENTY-FIVE
TY HAD THE PLAN ALL WORKED OUT. AFTER TODAY’S afternoon game—which they’d won, thankfully—he told Jenna he had a surprise for her. He loved the excitement he’d heard in her voice.
He hoped she was as excited as he was about this. It would be a new beginning for both of them. He was nervous as hell, had never contemplated doing anything like this with any woman, but Jenna wasn’t just any woman.
She was the woman. He knew it, he felt it, and he’d never been more sure about anything in his life. She was worth the risk.
She’d come to his game, and knowing she was there had meant everything to him. After all, this was the woman who’d hated sports and had vowed to never get involved with a guy who played them. If she could take the risk and change her way of thinking, then so could he.
He swallowed past the nervous lump in his throat and hoped to God he didn’t screw this up.
He gave her the address of the place. He was parked out front, waiting for her when she drove up. She got out, wearing a dress, tights, and those sexy black boots with the spiky heels that never failed to make his dick hard. She buttoned her coat and ran toward him to give him a kiss.
“What is this surprise?” she asked, looking at the building.
“You’ll see.” He’d gotten the code from the real estate manager so he could show it to Jenna without the guy bugging him while he talked to her.