Page 63 of Hard Hitter
Then he hooked her feet between his and fell asleep.
EIGHTEEN
THURSDAY, MARCH 24TH
Standings: 4th Place
10 Regular Season Games Remaining
Ari didn’t begin to wake up until the room was flooded with natural sunshine. Keeping her eyes closed against the light, she took stock.
Her back was pressed pleasantly against a hard, hot chest. And a broad hand was sliding slowly up her body, inside the big T-shirt she was wearing, past her panties, over her belly. Then Patrick’s fingers rose further still until he cupped both of her breasts in one big hand.
Goosebumps broke out everywhere on her body. She took a big breath and sighed.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
“Mmm,” she agreed, pressed back against him. An ambitious erection was tucked against her panties. She stretched a hand back and met the bare skin of his hip.
He was here, he was hard, and he was naked.Good morning, indeed.
“You sleep okay?” he whispered, fingering one breast.
“Yeah,” she breathed as her nipple hardened between his fingertips. “You?”
“Like a brick.”
“How’s your pain?”
Instead of answering, he trailed two fingers down her chest and abdomen, then dipped into her panties.
“Ah,” she gasped as he teased her with light, glancing touches. The moment shimmered with promise. There was sunlight on her eyelids and heat at her back. Soft lips brushed her neck and then began to nibble their way toward her ear. Her body was caught between the weight of sleep and the anticipation of sex.
Heaven.
Patrick lowered her panties with one quick tug. She kicked them off.
Then he clasped her knee and lifted it a few inches. He slid his cock between her legs and rested it there, lowering her knee to trap himself. She tightened her legs together around him and he groaned and rolled his hips.
“Sure like waking up with you in my bed,” he rumbled into her ear. He took her hand and brought it down to her mound. “Touch yourself while I work your tits.” Her pulse kicked up a notch, and then another when he reached under both her arms and cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples. “Get yourself ready for me.”
She took a deep breath and pushed her fingertips down, touching both his firm cock and the soft folds of her own body, already growing slick for him. She grasped him and rubbed his shaft against herself.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Want you.”
“Have me,” she said immediately. But the tone of her quick and utter capitulation nagged at her a little. “But this time we’re doing it my way.”
“Fair enough.” He slid one of his big hands down her body and tucked a fingertip between her legs, landing right on her clit. “Tell me how you want me.”
He swirled his finger and she almost forgot what they’dbeen discussing.God, this man. He played her body like a fiddle, and it always made her lose her head. Biting her lip, she let him torture her. He thrust his hips, reminding her just how good it was going to be. “Mmm,” she sighed. “Sit up. Against the headboard.”
A low grunt of approval came from his chest. But when he withdrew both his cock and his finger, she almost regretted the decision.
He did as she asked, and when she rolled to face him the sight made her mouth water. That muscular body sat propped against a pillow, thick, long erection jutting upward, the plump head pointing at his belly button. Even with a big bandage covering part of his face, his cocky grin was irresistible as he tore open a condom packet. She couldn’t stop watching the muscles in his forearm move as he rolled it down, covering himself.
Yowza.
Feeling shaky with anticipation, she straddled his thighs, walking her knees up toward his body. Cool blue eyes watched her approach. And when she lined him up beneath herself, he stopped breathing.
