Page 62 of Hot Stuff
The tension in her body under me reveals her need and the tingle and pull of my balls tucking up speaks of mine.
I keep my mouth on hers, lips and tongue and teeth; we sip and stroke and nip. All the while I’m driving my cock into her in deep hard plunges of advance and retreat.
Heat and pleasure and gasps and moans surround us. The scent of our sex fills my nose and the slap of our bodies coming together fills my ears.
It’s a symphony of lust and love and I know I’m not the only one feeling that way.
I don’t know how much longer I can hold off saying the words. They’re burning my tongue. Pounding in my brain to match the pounding of my pulse in my veins.
Every part of me beats a rhythm as old as time, one I’ve never heard or felt before. One I can’t ignore.
And as Oakley tips over the peak and her body grips mine and takes me with her, I’m helpless to keep the words inside.
Burying my face in the curve of her throat, I utter words I’ve never spoken to any other woman. And never will.
“I love you.”
* * *
Clouds have moved in and stolen the light of the moon, leaving the bedroom in darkness.
I want to turn on the light so I can watch Oakley sleep. Except I don’t want to wake her. I’m not ready to hear what she has to say about the words I spoke into her skin.
They’re true, as fucking bizarre as it is to know that after less than two days together.
I have no doubt she heard me. I felt her stiffen under me, in my arms. Her silence concerned me until I looked into her eyes and saw the moisture filling them.
The emotion in her gaze was breath stealing and I found it hard to keep looking at her.
I’d been overwhelmed and out of control and I’d seen the same in her eyes so I’d given us both a reprieve by getting up and heading into the bathroom to get a cloth to clean up.
She let me take care of her and after I tossed the face cloth toward the bathroom and pulled her into my arms, I tucked her head beneath my chin.
It didn’t take long for her to drift off to sleep. And the soft weight of her at my side, the way she uses my shoulder as a pillow, has me breathing easy even if I still can’t find the peace of sleep.
Tomorrow will bring who knows what and I know I can’t predict or control it in any way. Except after the drama of the media frenzy after my injury I have no desire to relive that kind of attention.
Sighing, I snuggle Oakley closer to me. I need to rest if I’m going to be able to stand beside her for what will no doubt be some trying weeks ahead.
The least of which will be my retirement announcement.
I can’t decide if the franchise announcement or my head coach role will cause the bigger stir.
“You can’t solve all our problems when we don’t know what they are.” Oakley’s sleepy voice rumbles against my chest.
“I thought you were asleep.”
“I was.”
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
She laughs drowsily. “You didn’t. I have to pee.”
“Oh.” I lift my arm and let her up.
“Back in a minute.”
She’s just a shadow as she rolls out of bed and pads across the room. I’m surprised and yet not when she doesn’t bother shutting the bathroom door.
