Chapter 16
Epiphany
Angie’s mouth hung open, and her eyes were saucer-wide. Confusion was etched in her pretty face, and no wonder. He was grappling with his own confusion, along with his wildly swinging emotions. Where was all this sentimental crap coming from anyway?
Must have been nostalgia talking. Watch a little Star Wars, throw in some mind-blowing sex, and suddenly I’m twenty again and dreaming of the girl I left behind in a heap of ash.
But was it so far-fetched? What if he had handled that night differently? What if he’d been wise enough to look ahead and recognize how hollow the spaces inside him felt? Spaces that filled when he was with her.
“Do you want to go back and start again?” she had asked.
Was he looking for a second chance he’d never thought possible with her?
I think I might.
The epiphany bowled him over.
The night they’d slept together six years ago had been the best night of his life—better than his first game in the bigs as a rookie. Only tonight had topped it.
She pressed a hand to his forehead. “No fever.”
Not the reaction he’d been hoping for, though exactly what he’d been hoping for he had no idea because his mind was blown.
Time to deke.
With her one hand busy feeling his forehead, he easily tugged the covers from her grip.
She yelped in surprise, and he pushed her onto her back.
“What are you doing?” she breathed.
Changing the subject. “Having another bite at the apple.” He smirked. “Or both apples.” He kissed his way across her collarbones and her chest to her breasts, peeling the covers from her body as he went.
“Hey, it’s chilly without the covers.” Her pout had him nearly laughing out loud.
“I promise you won’t be cold for long.”
His thoughts spun away to baser things, like hearing her moans as he pumped inside her, of her squeezing his cock as she came undone.
Christ, he’d never felt anything like it before, and he hungered for more.
He sucked each bud deep into his eager mouth, using his tongue to flick and tease in turn.
He put his teeth and lips to work nipping and nibbling, soothing and suckling.
Her whimpers started low and grew louder, and her hips began to rotate and buck beneath him.
Yeah, she liked what he was doing. He took all those crazy questions that had been strafing his mind and bagged them up for a closer look later. Or not.
His brain emptied, then filled with only this beauty beneath him. He took his time exploring, trying different ways of eliciting one erotic noise after another from her.
Levering himself up on one arm, he waggled his eyebrows. “Warm enough now?”
Eyes closed, she nodded and let out a long sigh.
He climbed up her body again and lavished her throat, murmuring against her skin, “I love hearing you moan because of me. Hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna spend time finding out how I can make you do it some more.”
She hummed with pleasure.
Palming her breasts, he fondled and toyed as he trailed a path downward, feeling her abdominals clench as he explored the flat surface with his mouth.
Then he was between her thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders as he wielded his tongue in a different way as he sought out every sensitive spot.
Soon she was shuddering and crying out and fisting first his hair, then the sheets, and damn if his chest didn’t puff at how he was driving her nuts.
The way she reacted unleashed a new torrent of desire inside him, and his cock stiffened and thickened in response.
Squirming and wriggling, she bucked against his mouth while he tormented and teased.
She wasn’t going anywhere because he pinned her in place with an iron grip while he feasted on her.
When she came, he lapped at her softly, letting her float down into a boneless heap before he started back up.
He was merciless, spurred on by her shouts and pleas ricocheting off the bedroom walls as she twisted on the mattress.
It only took moments before she went off again like a Roman candle.
God, she was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen!
He couldn’t remember a woman coming apart like that because of him before.
The way she moved, the way she tasted had him lunging for her nightstand and helping himself to a condom.
Her lids fluttered open while she caught her breath, and she watched him as he took his time sheathing himself.
His movements were slow, deliberate, as he struggled to get himself under control. He wanted this next round to last.
When the condom was in place, she hoisted herself onto her side, her eyes smoldering with desire so palpable his dick strained against the latex. Maybe this next round wasn’t going to last.
He lay back and motioned for her to climb him. She hesitated a beat, and he shamelessly tapped into her physical therapist sympathy gene. “I think I overdid the ankle last time after all, angel. If we’re going to make this work, I need you to ride me.”
He could have pushed through, but when she settled on top of him, he congratulated himself for holding out.
Wiggling her mouthwatering ass, she slid onto his shaft, now painfully hard and pointing to the sky like a damn flagpole.
Inch by excruciating inch, with her eyes closed and head dropped back, she took him in, one sultry moan after another vibrating in her throat until she was seated to the hilt.
She was an incredible sight! Flowing blond hair curtaining her shoulders, mouth parted in ecstasy, her breasts front and center where he could admire, touch, and taste at will. Heaven, right there, straddled him.
The view became even more breathtaking when her body began to undulate. All of him wanted to thrust up into her hard, but he willed his hips to stay loose so he could stave off his climax and watch her reach hers. His thighs shook with the strain.
Reaching up, he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, tugging and pinching as her moans rose.
He slid his hands to her waist and lifted her up, down, up, helping her slide along his shaft, helping her use him to speed her release.
Without his permission, his hips flexed, and he thrust upward.
Endorphins spilled into his bloodstream and surged through him, and he gritted his teeth as he fought to hang on.
She made a husky growling noise and cried out his name as her body shuddered and seized, clamping him like a vise as the orgasm moved through her. Heat began to sizzle at the base of his spine, and he’d had enough.
Hands still gripping her waist, he flipped her on her back, his cock still buried inside her slick heat.
He crushed his mouth to hers and took everything he wanted in a searing, bruising kiss.
Wrapping her legs around him, she braced her hands against the headboard and arched her back in invitation.
He welcomed it, digging his toes into the mattress for leverage.
Pounding into her with one relentless thrust after another, he took her hard.
Pain shot through his ankle, and it gave out. He ground to a stop and let out a string of curses.
Her eyes snapped open. “Your ankle! We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“No, damn it, we should be doing this, but my fucking ankle isn’t cooperating,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Climb back on top.” Jesus Christ, he hoped he could fuck through the pain.
“I have a better idea.” She shimmied away from him and got on her hands and knees.
Looking over her shoulder, she wiggled her round ass.
“Try this. Then you’re using your knees instead of your feet.
” She sounded as though she was giving him a new PT exercise, and he almost laughed out loud.
But the erotic scene cut the humor short.
He sat back on his heels and slowed the breaths sawing through his lungs. Her big blues lasered in on him. “Does your ankle hurt too much? I can play cowgirl again.”
“No. I’m just taking a moment to enjoy the scenery.” Her back arched, tilting her ass up and pushing her lush tits forward. He wasn’t going to say no to this, ankle or no ankle.
Climbing to his knees, he positioned himself behind her. Hands on her hips, he drew her back and plunged inside.
“Oh fuck!” he groaned, the sensation of being sheathed inside her almost too much to bear.
He bucked into her, and she thrust back against him at the same time.
Their dance grew frenetic, out of sync. He spiraled upward as heat built inside him, turning his blood into a river of fire.
Every nerve was on overload, overwhelming him, and the heat in his body pooled.
Not yet! Not yet!
When she finally let go, he was powerless to stop himself from shooting over the edge. He followed her down, bright bits of confetti exploding and scattering inside his head, blotting out everything else. His mind was gone. He was gone.
She collapsed beneath him, and he slowed his own landing on her back. He stirred with the rise and fall of her breaths moving through her lungs, her heart beating like the wings of a hummingbird.
“That was … that was …” she gasped.
“Yeah,” was all he could muster. That and the thought that he had never felt this way with anyone else, nor would he ever. This second epiphany took him by storm.
He had to stake his claim and make her his. For good.
Sam awoke wrapped around Angie’s small frame as though he clung to a body pillow.
The smell of her skin, her sheets, and their mingled bodies hung in the air, reminding him where he was.
Drawing in a lungful, he lifted his head and looked around.
The room was dark, and so was the world beyond her curtains. His stomach rumbled with hunger.
Angie stirred and rolled toward him with a sweet little moan, her voice so muzzy he barely understood her. “What time is it?”
He kissed her head. “Don’t know yet, but I’m trying to find out.”