Page 150 of Second-Rate Superstar
“Starved,” his gravelly voice rolled over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “But not for food.”
Ever since we’d reconnected on a physical level, Braxton had been insatiable. It was never a question of if we would be having sex multiple times a day, but in which position and where.
With training camp starting in a few days, going back on the road was going to be a struggle for both of us. We had gotten far too used to spending almost every second together.
Dipping his head, Braxton’s breath was hot in my ear. “The first thing I’m gonna do is fuck you in every roomweown. Then, I’m going to start all over again and make love to you in each of them.”
Oh my.
“Sounds like you have your work cut out for you,” I mused. “But you’re forgetting something.”
“What’s that?” He pulled back to gaze down at me from above.
“We don’t have any furniture.”
His husky laugh echoed off the walls. “Oh, Firefly. If you think a little thing like that is going to stop me, you are in for a big surprise. There’s an island in the kitchen that needs to be christened, countertops in bathrooms, windowsills, and when all else fails, I’m not opposed to fucking you hard against a wall.”
Yeah, he had me there, and damn if my pulse wasn’t pounding between my thighs at the idea of him claiming me in every room of this house twice over.
Swallowing, I nodded. “Okay, you win. Show me what you’ve got.”
Bending down, Braxton threw me over his shoulder, kicking the front door shut and moving toward the basement stairs. It always came back to that, our first time meeting in a darkened basement.
It hadn’t seemed like it then, but that was arguably the best day of my life.
It had been the start of the rest of my life.
And what a life it was shaping up to be.
