Page 52 of Undeniably Perfect

“Yeah, here. I mean until you figure things out,” I say.

She swallows. “I sort of thought I was.”

I grin like a fool. “Good. Because I decided tonight that we are keeping everything the same for playoffs. Call me superstitious, but I want to spend each night here, not at my apartment, and I want you here too and at my games, of course.”

She giggles. “Should I grow a beard too?”

“You can stop shaving in solidarity if you like,” I laugh.

Her face twists into a look of disgust. “Sorry, but that’s where I draw the line. You have like almost three more weeks! Eww! No way am I braiding armpit hair for the team. I have my fan limits.”

My chest shakes as I try to contain my laughter. “What about other hair?” I ask as I waggle my eyebrows.

“Seriously? Don’t be such a boy,” she huffs as she opens the car door.

I round the car and cage her against it.

“I thought you liked boys,” I say with a smirk.

She gives me a look, and I don’t care that it’s a “you’re such an asshat” look, it makes all my blood rush straight to my dick.

I spin a loose lock of her red hair around my index finger. “I’ve been wondering something,” I say.

Her face goes so red that I think she might turn into a tomato. “Don’t say it.”

“But I’m a ‘boy’ which means I have to say it.”

“No, no you don’t.”

I lean into her and bring my lips dangerously close to her earlobe. “I’ve been meaning to ask if the carpet matches the curtains. Care to enlighten me, kitten?”

I grin as I see her ears turn as red as her cheeks and neck.

“You’re such a…” She trails off as I move my face so that our lips are millimeters apart and our foreheads are touching. She radiates heat, and she smells like the apple orchard behind my house.

“I’m such a what?” I tease her.

“A boy,” she repeats.

I can’t help but press my erection against her. “Do I feel like a boy, kitten?”

Her skin is now mottled in pinks and reds and her lips part and close and part and close in her flustered state of trying to answer me.

“Cat got your tongue, Tabby?”

“I…” She trails off as I sweep my tongue over her lips.

I’m not sure what occurs first but in a matter of seconds, she’s wrapping her legs around my hips and I’m grabbing her supple ass and pressing her against me. She grinds unashamedly as our tongues war with each other for control. I lean in and devour her, exploring every crevice of her sweet mouth. She moans into mine as I thrust my cock against her heated center. I want more, so much more.

I release one hand from her ass and cup her cheek, tilting her head to give me more access. Our chests heave with each breath as we take the kiss to a whole other level. I’ve never kissed a woman like this…like I want to consume her, like I want to invade her body and claim it as mine.

I’m about to carry her into my house when her phone buzzes.

She looks down and curses.

“Sorry,” she mouths to me as she answers the call. I set her down and step back, running a hand through my facial hair that is starting to cover my face after not shaving for two weeks.

Tabitha

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