Page 18 of Body Heat

“Okay, honey.” She gave me a hug and smiled up at me. “Just keep in mind that we both have something important to thank him for.”

My brow wrinkled in confusion. “What’s that?”

“I wouldn’t have you if it hadn’t been for him.” She walked to the front door of my house and opened it, turning to add, “And you wouldn’t have met Sera if he hadn’t gone bonkers over your early retirement.”

“I’ll give him that much,” I conceded.But nothing else, I thought to myself as she shut the door.

It was past midnight, and I was physically and emotionally drained between the game and what had gone down with the man who thought of himself as my dad. Coach had been understanding about the situation and told me I could skip tomorrow. Or today, considering the time.

All I wanted to do was climb into my bed, pull Sera close, and sleep for about a dozen hours. She’d gone upstairs to give me time to talk to my mom, which I appreciated at the time. But now that my mom had gone back to her house, I went in search of my woman.

I didn't spot her in the bedroom at first. Then I heard a sound from the master closet and went to see what she was doing. She’d been busy during the time I had spent with my mom but not in a good way. All her things were off the hangers, and it looked like her duffel bag was full. “What are you doing?” I asked, gripping both sides of the doorframe tight in my hands.

Sera kept her head bent toward the top drawer where she'd kept her panties and bras. I couldn't see the expression on her face when she answered, “Packing up my stuff.”

“Why?” I growled.

“Because once the job is done, that's what the person on close protection detail does. They leave. It's not as though I can just stay here with you forever.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and it got me moving.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I stopped right in front of her and waited for her head to tilt back so I could look into her eyes. “I thought we already covered this when you tried to hand me off to someone else from your company.”

She shook her head. “No, the only thing we decided was that I’d be the one to stick close to you while you were dealing with your stalker. Now that we know who it is, the case is over.”

“Let me be more clear, then. I want you to stay here with me.” I brushed a kiss over her lips. “Forever.”

“We’ve only known each other for two weeks,” she halfheartedly argued. “And they’ve been an emotional roller coaster for you. I don’t think you should be making decisions like this right now.”

“But we’ve spent those days together almost around-the-clock,” I countered, determined to knock down any roadblocks she put up.

She cocked a brow at me. “It hasn’t been close to around-the-clock.”

That was a fair point, but I was undeterred. “Okay, as much as my schedule allows in season. And if we use some creative math and tally up the hours we’ve spent together to compare it to normal dating situations, I bet we’re at least on date number fifty.”

She laughed softly, some of the tension leaving her body. “How do you figure that?”

“Three hours per date times fifty gives us one hundred and fifty hours.” I tapped the side of my head. “We’ve definitely spent at least that much time together so far.”

“I’m not sure about that creative math you’re using, but you do have a point,” she conceded.

It was enough of a green light to get me moving again. I tugged on her hand and led her into the bedroom. “The fiftieth date is definitely in the acceptable range for moving in together.”

“Maybe I’d agree to that with a little convincing,” she suggested.

“I’m at my most persuasive when we’re in bed together.”

“Then by all means.” She climbed on the mattress. “Show me what you’ve got.”

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and then tugged hers off her lithe body. Once I had her naked, I rolled onto my back and lifted her to straddle me. “I want to see your tits bounce while you ride my dick.”

Wrapping her hand around my cock, she guided it to her entrance and slid down. Her pussy was tight around me, and this angle let me go deeper than usual. “You feel so fucking good, angel.”

“Yes,” she whimpered, rocking her hips while I was anchored inside her. Her pussy was already fluttering around me, and she was dripping wet.

“Don’t you want to be able to ride me like this whenever you want?”

“Yes,” she hissed, as I glided my hands up her stomach to cup her tits.

She started to ride me harder, and I tweaked her nipples with my thumbs. “Then move in with me. For good.”

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