Page 40 of The Penalty

I reach up to release my hair from its tight ponytail. The door gives a gentle creak as I’m finger combing my long blonde locks, trying to wrestle the elastic back on. The lock clicks and the heat from Dev’s body surrounds me on all sides as he reaches up to still my busy hand.

“Leave it down,” he says, voice raspy.

I give up, dropping my right hand back down to brace myself on the counter.

A shiver runs down my neck as he tenderly brushes the long strands aside, exposing my neck. He bends down to plant a trail of light kisses from the dip of my shoulder to that spot under my ear that always gets me going. My pussy is clenching on nothing. His long finger brushes under my chin, tilting my head to the side as he leans in closer.

His lips are inches from mine, hovering, waiting. For what, I don’t know, but I can’t take it anymore, crashing into him. He tastes like chocolate and raspberries, and me, and that is a way hotter combination than I would have thought. Our tongues clash in a war for control. He was always going to win, though. He takes control, delving deep, nibbling and sucking. One hand cups my chin, squeezing it until it’s verging on this side of pain. I squeak as my insides clench.

He pulls back. “Let me know if it’s too much. I’ll stop. You sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” I tell him. If he doesn’t get inside me right this second, I think I might melt into a puddle.

“Let me just get this shit off you.” He rips the jersey over my head, tossing it into a corner. “Don’t ever wear that thing again.”

“What?” I glance at the mirror to see him glaring at the jersey. His team’s jersey. “Don’t you want me supporting your team?”

“I don’t want to see another man’s name on your back.” His dark brows are pulled together as he glares at the harmless piece of fabric.

“Umm. That’s my name. You know that, right?”

“Yes, but it’s his number.”

“Yeah, my br...” He places his finger over my lips before the word slips out, and it hits me. It’s not just one of those possessive guy things. He doesn’t want the reminder of that inconvenient barrier between us.

But I can’t keep my mouth shut after he lifts the finger. “I can’t exactly wear yours if I go to another game.”

His face seems to soften and fall a little, all the anger draining away. “I guess not.”

Did I spoil the mood? What is wrong with me? I should have let it go. Not stirred the pot. He’s leaning back a little now, eyes shut, breathing hard as if he’s trying to get control of himself again. That won’t do.

I reach behind myself to slip open my bra. The satiny fabric dangles down my back, and I do a little shimmy to work thestraps down my arms. A little yank drags the underwire out from under my heavy breasts and it falls to the floor in a heap. I bend over a little until my ass bumps into his groin to find him still hard.

As soon as I make contact, his eyes fly open, pupils dilating as he catches sight of me in the mirror. His mouth parts and all the heat rushes back, turning his dark eyes into velvety pools of night.

Score one to Cece. We are back in the game.

The pained groan comes from deep in his chest, and he lifts his arms, hands hovering in the air for a moment before he reaches around to land on my hips. He squeezes tight then slides them up sides, sending shivers running through my body as he traces a pattern over my sensitive skin. I shut my eyes to avoid looking at the extra flesh. I try to embrace my extra curves, but it’s not always easy when you’ve grown up in the world I grew up in. Constantly told that you don’t fit in. That you’re not thin enough. Somehow less, because you’re too much.

“Don’t shut your eyes on me, pretty girl. I want to see those gorgeous blues on mine.”

“But...”

“No, buts. Open them up and watch or I’m not touching these luscious tits.” His hands stop before he reaches my breasts, but I can feel the heat from them. He’s so close to making contact. “You don’t want that, do you?”

“No,” I whimper, dragging my lids open.

His lips reward me with the hint of a smile, and he stares at me as he slides a little further up until he’s cupping the underside. “That’s a good girl.”

I moan, arching into his touch, and when he finally makes it to my taut nipples, I grip the counter to make sure my knees don’t give out on me. I’ve never been this needy for a guy. But then he’s not just any guy. I still have dreams about his hands all over me, his mouth exploring my body. The way he slammed into me from behind, pressed against the window. Best sex of my life hands down. And I never thought I’d get to experience it again, but now here we are. This is our moment, and I don’t want to miss a second.

I reach back one arm to loop around his neck, as he bends his head to nibble and lick that spot behind my ear again. I’m on fire for him. The way he knows just how and where to touch me after our brief encounter is incredible.

He’s pinching and plucking at my nipple, and it sends a sizzling trail down low in my belly. His other hand slides down my abdomen, kneading and squeezing the flesh on its way.

“God, I love this body.”

My face was already flushed from the need, so I don’t think he notices the blush that forms at his words. The way he worships my curves is unreal.

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