Page 84 of Baseball and Shifters

“Is that a challenge, Emerald?”

Her grin turns wicked. “That’s a promise”

She leans down and finds my lips with hers. We kiss slow and deep at first, but it swiftly becomes more urgent, hungry. She shifts her weight slightly, rocking herself against my cock drawing a groan from deep inside me.

“You drive me wild,” I pant, tipping my head back as she grinds down again.

She leans forward, brushing her lips against my jaw. “Good,” she whispers, dragging her mouth down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses over the fox mark that makes my fingers dig into her hips.

I buck up slightly beneath her, seeking more friction, more contact. She gasps at the pressure, her nails curling into my chest. Sitting up just enough to roll her hips again, slow and deliberate, she watches the effect it has on me like it’s her favorite show.

“I could do this all morning,” she says, a little breathless and a lot smug. “Keep you right here… desperate... begging.”

I growl low in my throat, flipping us so she’s beneath me in a swift movement that earns me a squeal and a giggle. I brace myself above her, my mouth inches from hers. “Careful, Emerald. You’re playing with fire.”

Her eyes flash with a lust filled fire. “Maybe I want to get burned.”

I dip my head, kissing her again. It’s hot, consuming, all tongue and teeth and need. My hands are everywhere, palming her breasts through the soft fabric of her sleep shirt, sliding down to hook beneath her thigh, pulling her closer, anchoring her to me like I can’t bear the thought of space between us.

Because honestly? I can’t.

I drag my lips along her neck, her breath hitches as I nip at the sensitive spot just below her ear where her tiger mark rests. She arches into me. Her mouth falls open in a breathy gasp, eyes fluttering closed as her body chases every sensation.

I slip my hand under the hem of her sleep shirt, my palm meeting the warm curve of her bare skin, and I pause, giving her a chance to stop me. But she doesn’t take it. She lifts her hips instead, rolling them against me with enough pressure to make my vision blur.

“I need you, Derrick,” she says with a moan. “Right now.”

Fuck

I push her shirt up, my mouth following the trail of exposed skin, worshipping every inch as it’s unveiled. She helps me shed the fabric, then reaches for mine, hands frantic but steady.

By the time we’re bare, pressed against each other, the teasing is gone. What’s left is raw and real. Every touch, every kiss, every breath. I settle between her thighs and pause, looking down at her, our eyes locking.

“I love you,” I say.

Her hand cups my cheek, her thumb brushing over the stubble on my jaw. “I love you, too.”

And then I’m moving, pressing into her slowly, deeply. Her gasp is swallowed by my kiss and everything else just fades away.

Her nails dig into my back and the sounds she makes… holy shit. It’s enough to undo me. I bite back a groan, resting my forehead against hers, trying to hold onto the control that's rapidly slipping through my fingers.

We move in sync, like we’ve done this a million times, like we were made for each other. I guess maybe we were. Because nothing in my life has ever made me feel the way this woman does. She’s everything.

“Derrick,” she breathes, “don’t stop.”

“Never,” I pant. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking perfect for me.”

“Harder,” she whimpers. “Please.”

I oblige, snapping my hips forward, watching her mouth drop open in a silent cry. When I hit that spot that makes her eyes roll back in her head, her body starts to tremble.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Come for me, Emerald. Let go.”

With a strangled moan, she shatters. Her body pulses around me as she throws her head back, crying out my name. The sight, the sound, the feel of her coming undone is enough to drag me over the edge with her. Burying myself deep, I let go, roaring out my own release. Pleasure rips through me like a wildfire. Not just my own, but hers.

The bond burns white hot, so bright I swear I can almost see it.

When the tremors fade, I collapse next to her, careful not to put too much weight on her. She hums as I press a lingering kiss to her shoulder, right over my mark. We lay there for a while, a tangle of arms and legs, two sweaty, sated bodies, heaving breaths in sync.

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