Page 186 of Wildest Dreams

She giggles excitedly as I walk her backward to the couch, my mouth only leaving hers while I get to work on ripping off her shirt. Soon she’s left in nothing but her underwear, kneeling up on the sofa while I tower over her.

“I missed you so much,” I rumble, tugging off my tie as she pushes her body up against me. I toss it to the side and rip opena couple of my shirt buttons, needing the expansion room as my chest begins heaving in anticipation.

Then I’m easing her onto her back and settling down between her thighs, one hand rummaging in my pocket for a condom as she drags her nails through the sides of my hair – freshly faded, just the way she likes it.

“I missed you too. I’ve been watching every game,” she whispers up to me.

My heart feels as though it could fucking burst.

I breathe out a laugh and rumble quietly, “I know, baby. We’ve been FaceTiming after each one of them.”

“But you’ve been so busy,” she counters breathlessly, little palms squeezing my biceps. “I wasn’t sure if you’d, like, remember.”

I press a firm kiss to her lips.

“Of course I remember. You’re the highlight of every game.”

Her gorgeous smile turns into a full-on grin and she laughs with nervous excitement as we both shuck my pants down my quads. I grab the condom, roll it on, and then I’m pushing myself inside of her, massaging the nape of her neck as she arches back and moans.

“I needed this so much,” she whispers, her arms wrapped tight around my broad shoulders.

I grunt and thrust deeper, too turned on to speak.

I roll my hips between her thighs, harder and faster until she’s whimpering, and then I shove my suit jacket off my back, my biceps too swollen to be contained any longer.

“I love you,” I rasp, as I grip a hold of her hips, pumping her quick and rough so that I can get her over the finish line.

She smothers another whimper in my neck, clutching me as tight as she can as she finishes.

The second that she’s done I push her thighs backwards, thrusting deeper.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” I rumble, grunting breathlessly against the curve of her neck.

I hold her protectively against my chest, hips jerking roughly as I finish, and then I’m hunching down to kiss her mouth, murmuring how much I love her.

We eat our homemade dinner and dessert – my first attempt at making Aisling a cobbler from scratch earning me a crazy sexy make-out session at the table – and then we move back to the couch, unable to take our hands off of each other.

And that target sheet from the summer, from when I took Aisling to the range? The sheet that I shot three times to make the perfect shape of a love heart?

Yeah, Aisling retrieved it for us, and it’s now in pride of place on our living room wall.

I have the most thoughtful girlfriend in the world.

Aisling’s palms lovingly squeeze my biceps and I pull back to cup her face in my hands.

“I’ve got something to show you,” I tell her, grinning down at her as she starts to giggle.

“No! No presents until Christmas!” she squeals, her little dimples twinkling up at me as I tickle her into the cushions.

“This one has to be before Christmas, baby,” I say, smirking as she wiggles around.

She bites her perfect white teeth into her lower lip, smiling up at me curiously as I tower over her.

“Okay,” she whispers, eyes sparkling as I pull us into a sitting position.

I spread my quads wide as Aisling settles herself on top of me, her beautiful smile enough to make me almost forget what I was about to show her.

I swallow hard, suddenly nervous about what she’ll think – but I quickly drop my eyes to my shirt, bringing up my shaking hands to begin unbuttoning it.

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