Page 22 of The Hooker

Her eyes rake over me, and she bites her lip. “Have I ever told you that suits look fantastic on you?”

“You haven’t, but you should.” I’m wearing dress pants and a button-up shirt in a dark green. Not really a suit, but if she likes the way I look in it, who am I to contradict her?

Her arms slip around my waist, and her chin rests on my chest as she looks up at me. “They do. You look yummy. I love it when you wear green.”

“Yeah?” I gaze down at her. Her whiskey eyes darken to malt and dilate.

“Yeah.”

“I love it when you wear your tight leggings.” My hands drift down her back and land on her ass. I squeeze and lift her slightly until she gets the idea and steps onto my shoes so she’s a bit taller. Everything’s moving so fast, but I can’t bring myself to care. I just want to be around her.

“You do?”

“Mmm. So sexy.” I dip my head to peck her lips but pull back before she can deepen it. “I particularly like the ones with the seam that goes between your cheeks and over your hips.” I trace a finger where I mean, dragging it over her black leggings between her cheeks until I reach the top of her hips and encircle her.

Daisy’s breath catches, and she pushes closer to me. “The navy ones? I don’t wear them at work. How do you know I have those?”

“I saw you jogging one morning, and you were wearing them.” I groan low in my throat. “You were in a sports bra that wasn’t very supportive—” I quiet her giggle with a kiss and continue, “I had to stop myself from joining you and watching everything up close.”

“When was this?”

“A few months ago.”

“I’ll have to buy more then. Now kiss me.”

I listen to her command and lean down to capture her lips. She opens for me, and I stroke into her mouth, tongues tangle together, and I lift her higher to reach her better. To experience the heat of her tongue on mine, to feel her teeth tugging my bottom lip, to roll my hips into hers as her hands thrust in my hair and grip tightly, tilting my head to the side so she can get her preferred angle.

I stride deeper into her room and set her on the bed. Daisy grabs my shoulders and manhandles me until I’m sitting on the foot of the bed. I raise my eyebrows at her. “Is this where you want me?”

She nods and runs her hands up and down my arms. “Perfect. You played amazing today.”

My chest lights up with warmth, and a smile tugs at my lips. “Yeah?”

Hearing the woman I love tell me I did good at my job is one of the best feelings. And Daisy knows how much work I put in and everything I put my body through—nothing could stop me from wrapping my arms around her waist and tugging her onto my lap.

“Yeah, you did.”

The simple confirmation solidifies everything. I don’t remember how long I’ve been in love with her, but Daisy telling me simply I did good today, no running through stats or improvements or what I should have done, just ‘you played amazing today,’ means there’s no going back. Sheseesme.

“Thank you.”

“So, I was thinking.” She threads her fingers through my hair and massages my scalp. My head drops back at the feeling. Kind of makes sense why Westley always wants her hands on him. “I refuse to buy condoms in South Africa surrounded by rugby players, and I know you’re tired after the game and probably don’t want to do much.” My head jerks upright. Is she about to throw me out? She’s right. I am tired, and I’m not sure my thighs would survive thrusting, but I’d make it work. “I thought I could suck you instead.”

I tense at her suggestion, and my dick takes particular notice, chubbing up and pressing against her.

She moves her hips in a slow figure eight and smirks. “Interested?”

My throat bobs. “Very. But I resent the implication I wouldn’t be able to get you off.”

“My lovely, I’ve been your physio for three years, and I’ve worked with rugby players since I was twenty-three. I know you’re tired.” I try to protest, but she talks over me. “You could totally make me come if you wanted to, but as your physio I don’t want you to overexert yourself, and as us together,” she stumbles over the words, “I want to make sure you’re comfortable. So, want me to blow you? Or cuddle instead before you need to head back to your room?” she offers.

I drop my forehead to hers and breathe her in. Honey and herbs and home. “I like it when you think of me. It makes me feel good in here.” I capture one of her hands and press it to my chest, right over my racing heart. “I’m not gonna stop you going down on me. In fact, I can’t wait, and when we get back to NZ, I’ll do the same for you.”

“I look forward to it. We probably shouldn’t do anything else after tonight. Don’t want to get in trouble with anyone,” she says regretfully.

“I know.” I kiss the skin above her eyebrow on one of her freckles. “And we probably need to talk about this, but just know I’m serious about it. I have been for a while.”

“Really?” Her voice is shocked, and she pulls back to see me better.

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