Page 43 of Gridlocked on the Gridiron

“Stop it. You were—god, you were…” He shook his head, running his hand through his hair. “You were fucking amazing. Phenomenal. I have never seen anybody take him on like that, and to do that for me?” His Adam's apple bobbed as if he were holding back a slew of emotions.

She placed a hand on his cheek to center him. Softly, she whispered, “You are worth so much more than a trophy or Super Bowl ring. There is far more substance to you than your father gives you credit for. More than even you give yourself credit for.”

His eyes closed, and when they opened, the emotions swirling in them tugged at every part of her. She couldn’t stop herself. She leaned forward and kissed him, softer than in her office. Soft and sweet. And he kissed her back just as softly, his arms wrapping around her.

What could’ve been seconds or minutes later, it became something needier, hungrier, hotter. Suddenly, the front of her dress was up around her waist, and she was about to beg him to take her right there on his father’s dimly lit street. She pulled away, just barely, just enough to reach for the door to his backseat, but he caught her wrist, his jaw setting tightly, eyes closing.

“What?” she breathed out. She hated how whiny she sounded, but the sight of him in this button-down was doing unspeakable things to her.

Somberly, quietly, he said, “Luc, I have to take you home. You deserve to be worshiped, not taken roughly and clumsily in the back of my car.” Her heart flip-flopped, and her stomach erupted with butterflies banging around all over her insides.

She knew it was a bad idea. Knew what Isa would tell her if she asked. But he’d been through so much, and the need to comfort him was overwhelming. She trusted her ability to have sex without letting feelings get in the way. If she thought of it as simply a perk of the relationship, there was really nothing wrong with it, right?

“Then take me to yours and worship me.” His eyes looked back and forth between hers as if he couldn’t believe he’d heard her correctly. She stared right back, confident in her decision.

And then they were in his car, racing back to his house.

They’d barely made it inside before they were on each other, Colton’s right hand buried in her hair and his left holding her chin. He pulled away, hoisting her up so her legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into his ass. His thumb glided across her bottom lip.

“I used to think my favorite thing about your mouth was the smartass shit that it spouted when I pissed you off. Then I learned what it’s like to kiss you.” His eyes flicked up from her lips to her eyes. “Now, I’m thinking it’s gonna be the way it makes me feel when I’m fucking it.”

Her breath hitched, warmth flooding her entire body from her head to her toes, but most especially between her legs. Everything about this was better than in her office, better than she’d ever imagined. She was so shocked that she hadn’t realized he’d already walked them into his bedroom. She didn’t even have time to take in the fact that she was in Colton Beaumont’s bedroom as he sat at the edge of his bed, her legs on either side of him and his mouth back on hers.

Her eyes stayed closed as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. She groaned as she struggled with one, and he chuckled deeply, helping her. When his bare chest was exposed to her, she stuck her hands under the material of the crisp shirt and pushed it off his shoulders.

They were godly. She had never seen such beautiful shoulders, and she was quickly beginning to wonder if she liked them more than his forearms she’d often caught herself nearly drooling over. His arms came out of the shirt slowly, and there he sat, naked from the waist up and absolutely glorious.

He kissed her neck, her head falling back as she pulled at the buckle of his belt. Suddenly, he flipped her around so that she was on her back, Colton standing above her. She opened her mouth to complain, but his lips were back on hers, his kiss biting as a finger trailed over the inside of her thigh, coming to rest at her panties.

His fingers stilled as his lips rested below her ear, nipping and sucking. He rubbed the lace of her panties as he asked, “Can I?”

Fuck, yes. “Please,” she moaned, already needing the pressure of his fingers inside her. Her back arched as he brushed against her clit before his finger slipped under the lace.

“Fuck,” he choked out. “You always this wet for me?”

A moan was her only answer as his finger found her seam, rubbing what he found up to her clit and gently circling it. Lucia’s whole body hummed to life, and her nails dug into his scalp as he bit softly down her throat. His nose traced down the middle of her body as he pressed light kisses through her dress.

“This,” he mumbled gruffly, “needs to go.” He slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders and down her arms, kissing each inch of newly exposed skin until his breath warmed her bare breasts. His jaw tensed as he drank her in, and then he pulled the entire thing off, leaving her in only her panties and heels. Colton unbuckled the straps of her shoes, pulling them from her feet slowly and lightly brushing his fingertips up her legs in a way that had her practically shaking for him.

He moved up to kiss the hollow of her throat, then her chest, and then he was licking her left nipple, sucking it into his mouth as his hand played with the other. She gasped so loudly at the sensation that he chuckled.

Lucia had never been a fan of nipple play before, but now she knew it was because Max had been doing it all wrong. She wanted Colton to keep biting and twisting them as she writhed below him, wanted him to move lower and do the same to her clit.

“Please, Colton.” Her words were more like a moan as his fingers dropped below her waist to play with her again.

“What do you want me to do to you, Moretti?” He kissed her stomach slowly, going lower and lower as he teased her entrance with his finger. Need filled her body, taut and painful.

“Please. I need you.”

A moment later she looked down, and there he was, on his knees before her. He grinned. “I told you if you wanted me on my knees, all you had to do was ask.”

Pulling aside her panties, he licked her clit once, twice, a third time, until she was pushing herself up into his face. He used his left forearm to press her body against the bed, his right middle finger circling her clit as his tongue dipped inside her.

She was vibrating, waves of pleasure taking over her body. She willed herself to slow down, to wait until Colton was inside of her to let go, but she was careening toward the edge, and she wasn’t sure anything could stop her. He pushed his finger inside of her, and the size of it alone was enough for her whole world to shake. He curled it, hitting her in just the right place, and that was all it took for her to finish, dancing stars obscuring her vision.

When she could feel her body again, she found his face still buried in her. She tugged at his hair so he looked up at her, and when he saw the look on her face, he licked his way up her body, placing a kiss to her mouth, his hips tight against hers. She couldn’t stop the moan that left her as he drove his hips into hers, her body coming alive again as it remembered what she’d almost had in her office.

She was frantic as she pulled at his pants, pouting when he moved away to take them off slowly. He gave her that grin that was branded in her mind.

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