“You know, I’ve never been with another athlete before,” he commented casually. Her abdominal muscles rippled under his touch. “There’s something really… sexy about all these muscles.”
“Not masculine?” she asked, a curious uncertainty in her eyes.
“Why would you…” He realized at once why she’d asked, then fought hard not to scowl. “Did some dumb shit call you masculine?”
She shrugged, looking sideways across the room, but a telltale blush spread over her cheeks.
Michael sighed, then reached under to release the clasp of her bra. It popped open without a problem, and she didn’t fight as he took the bra off and tossed it to the side. The sight of her lying in his bed, naked from the waist up, was the most erotic sight he’d ever beheld in his life.
“This body,” he said, kissing her navel, her ribs, working his way up to the underside of her breast, “is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” With one hand, he cupped her other breast as he began working the nipple of the first with his mouth. “These… these are definitely feminine.”
She breathed in deeply, then let it out on a wavering sigh.
“So anyone who could see you like this and think you’re masculine, is a fuckhead whose opinion shouldn’t be considered for longer than the time it takes to show him the door.”
That made her smile a little, and when his eyes met hers, he let go of her breast with a small pop. Her eyes widened, as if shocked by the display. Michael rolled over to give her other breast some attention, fingers playing with the wet tip of the first, pleased with how it puckered tightly in the cool room air.
Kat’s chest heaved, and her eyes closed now, as if she were too overwhelmed to keep eye contact.
He kissed her on the lips once, just to anchor himself, before letting one of his hands open the button on her shorts. They slid apart easily, and Kat lifted her hips so he could take them off, her panties with them. And she was naked, finally, in his bed.
God damn, it wasn’t soon enough.
Michael sat back on his heels just to watch her. As he did, a flush crept up over her skin, and her eyes darted away.
“Kat Kelly, don’t tell me you’re shy,” he teased softly.
“This…” She chewed on her lip for a moment, then whispered, “I’m not used to being with guys. Like… this. I’m not that experienced.”
He blinked. “But…” He swallowed. There was no easy way to say that.
“But I have a sex tape,” Kat finished for him, flatly.
He held completely still.
Kat’s eyes closed briefly as if she were fighting back emotion. And he wanted to kick himself. “He was the only guy I’d ever been with. Is the only guy.”
Maybe it made him a macho asshole. Maybe he was a Neanderthal. Maybe… no, there was no maybe about it. He had no problem mentally smudging a pink eraser over the douchebag’s face and inserting himself as the only man she’d been with.
“Fuck him,” he growled. “Erase him. He doesn’t exist. There’s just you and me in this bed. Period.”
That had her blinking. Confusion, then relief swarmed into her eyes. “So you’re not… stopping?”
“Kat, if you think now that I’ve got you here, I’d walk away without being inside you…” Michael shook his head, almost wanting to laugh at the thought. How the hell could he ever walk away now? Lowering himself over her fully so she could feel the weight of him, his thick arousal at the cup of her thighs, he growled, “The only way you’re leaving here unfucked is if you say no. Are you saying no?”
“No!” she blurted out, then her eyes widened. “I mean yes! I… oh, shit, just do me, please?”
He couldn’t stop the chuckle then, which somehow morphed into a full-throated laugh. God, she slayed him. Nuzzling her neck, he dipped one hand between her thighs and coaxed them slowly apart. The muscles were reluctant, and he had a bit of fun feeling every inch between those quivering quads as they relaxed enough to part. As his hand dipped between them, feeling her wet arousal at his fingertips, he groaned.
“This… this is the most feminine thing I can imagine ever experiencing. You’re so soft here, so amazingly ready for me.” Her flesh trembled under him as he worked and soothed and teased with his fingers. “Gorgeous.”
Her face flushed.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re beautiful.” He kissed her again because she needed the reassurance. Then parted her thighs more, encouraging her to raise her knees so he could slide down between them. He waited for some sort of token protest women always gave. Oh, you don’t have to do that. Oh, I’m so embarrassed, don’t look at me there.
But she stayed silent, even spreading her legs a little farther to give him room to settle his shoulders between. Her eyes met his, and she didn’t break eye contact. She’d taken his words to heart, and wasn’t going to shy away from him.