Chapter 47
MAKE IT LAST
LAKE
I don’t bother returning to the arena to get my car. I catch a Lyft and head straight for her place, texting to see if she’s still up.
Remy: Barely. But come over anyway. Here’s the code.
She sends it next and it feels like Christmas morning. She gave me the code to her house. She made me a cat tower. She came to my game. She sent me hummingbird pictures. She gave my dad a puzzle. She talked to him about hard things.
My heart skips ten beats on the ride, and it’s nearly one when I arrive, sprinting out of the Lyft to her porch, tapping in her code, creaking open the door so it doesn’t wake her.
I toe off my shoes at the entrance, and set my jacket and tie down at the hall table.
Her place is quiet, the lights dimmed. Only a night-light in the bathroom illuminates the way home—to her.
Unbuttoning my shirt as I walk quietly in my socks, I’m half undressed by the time I reach her doorway.
My chest tightens, squeezes hard when I see her. She’s curled up on her side, chestnut hair spilling across the pillowcase, moonlight from the window casting a soft, silvery glow across her face.
Her eyes are closed, and her breathing is slow and steady.
And my head feels fuzzy. My body feels light. My fingers tingle. It’s ridiculous the way she makes me feel. Alive.
Everywhere.
But most of all in this organ in my chest that’s been on ice for so long. It’s thudding painfully against my rib cage, but it’s a good pain. A pain I want as I strip off my pants, take off my socks, and set my phone down on the other nightstand.
I slip into bed, sliding under the covers where it’s warm and welcoming, and I get to be near her. I inch closer, and my breath halts.
She’s wearing my jersey still.
She’s wearing my goddamn jersey, and she smells like flowers and clean laundry and every single morning and every single night.
I can’t resist. I wrap an arm around her, needing to hold her, wanting to have her. I bury my face in her neck, dropping a soft, barely there kiss to her perfect shoulder.
She stirs, shifting, making a low, humming sound.
Shit. I didn’t mean to wake her up.
Yes you did, you liar.
“You won,” she says.
“You came,” I say.
“Were you surprised?”
“Yes, and I loved it,” I say. And I think I love you.
“Good. I wanted to give you a good surprise.”
“You’re the best surprise,” I whisper into her ear, but guilt at waking her digs into my chest. Tomorrow’s her sister’s wedding, and she needs to be on. “Go to sleep, beautiful.”
“I will,” she says, soft and a little slurry. She takes one breath, then another, and something must perk her up since she says, more clearly now, “But I have another surprise for you.”
Before I know it, the beauty in my jersey turns around, climbs over me, and pins my wrists. “This is a much better kidnapping,” I murmur.
“I’d like to kidnap your dick with my mouth,” she says, then shimmies down the bed, yanks off my boxer briefs and wraps her lips around my half-hard cock in seconds flat.
My brain sizzles. My body sparks.
“Fuck, Remy,” I moan, gazing down at the sight of her with my cock—now rock hard—down her throat. “Your mouth is incredible.”
She lets me fall from her lips. “Fuck my mouth then. You know you want to.”
“More than anything,” I say, then I give in to this midnight moment. To this woman kneeling between my spread thighs, sucking on my dick, playing with my unwaxed balls, making me feel like a goddamn king.
I don’t deserve her.
I really don’t.
But I’m going to do everything I can to show her she deserves the world.
I thrust my hips up into the paradise of her mouth while she runs her hands along my thighs, her nails trailing through the hair on my legs.
She sweeps her tongue across the head, then licks a long stripe down the underside, and I’m lost.
I’m moaning, low and loud as she taunts me with her tongue, teasing my dick before she devours me again.
And colors burst in front of my eyes. Ticker-tape parades kick off in my body. A comet launches.
It’s fucking incredible. No idea what this sorcery is but I don’t want it to end.
Except, I do know what it is—it’s her, in the dark, wanting to make me feel incredible.
And she is making me feel out of this world.
But I didn’t come over in the middle of the night to get serviced.
I tap her shoulder, then bite out, “Enough.”
She lets go, raises her face, and meets my eyes with a concerned look in hers. “Are you okay?”
“I will be when I’m inside you.”
“Then do it. And make it good,” she says, an order.
She’s so giving and so confident in bed. It’s the headiest combination. It’s like she’s free here to be this bold person who demands the pleasure she deserves. And I’m the lucky man who gets to answer to her.
I flip her so she’s on her back. She peels off the jersey in seconds, and my world stalls. She’s already naked. Not even wearing underwear.
I drag my thumb down the soft skin of her hip, then drop my face and suck on her right there, drawing out a moan before I let go.
“You wanted me in the middle of the night, didn’t you?” I ask, staring at the sight of her all long and lithe with nothing but starlight across her skin.
“What do you think?” She tips her knees open.
And I need a minute. The way she offers herself to me knocks me out. The way she talks to me stirs my chest, my dick, my mind.
That’s the problem. If I go too fast, this’ll be over far too soon. I only have one goal—make it great for her.
I lower myself so my palms bracket her face, my hard cock pressed to her stomach, our bodies together. “I’m going to make it so fucking good. Because I’m going to take my time with you, beautiful. Want to make this last.”
She arches her back, wraps her ankles around my ass. “Better start now.”
My entire body is a live wire. Cells are buzzing; nerves are firing. I’m already on the knife’s edge of lust. But I didn’t ease up tonight in the game. No way am I checking out early here either.
Gripping the base of my cock, I notch the head against her sweet pussy. A groan is ripped from my chest as I touch her. No, from the center of my fucking soul. “You’re so wet, beautiful.”
She’s slick and hot, and she feels like heaven already.
Her hands curl around my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. I hope she leaves marks. I hope they never go away.
“I’m a little turned on,” she whispers, a playful confession, a naughty glint in her eyes.
“Yeah, same here.”
I sink inside her so easily, parking my right hand back by her face. My gaze is locked on her. The way her neck stretches, the gasp that crosses her lips, the twist in her features.
The feel of her heat.
Her legs hook tighter around me. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. Her ruby red lips part, then a word passes from them, all ragged and hungry. “Yessss.”
That’s it. One word. The only one I want to hear.
I ease out, then take my time filling her, driving deeper. Her hands slip down my body, traveling over my ass, lighting me up. I swivel my hips, then sink back inside, nice and slow and sensual.
We find a pace, one that’s lingering, one that’s like a slow, dirty song you want to dance to all night.
One that has us both gasping, moaning, reaching. Soon, we’re just hands and breath and bodies that don’t want to let go as I slow-fuck her into the night, edging her close, and closer. But never quite sending her over.
She shudders, then grabs my face. “Please,” she says, her voice wobbly, her eyes glittering with need.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please stop teasing me.”
I still my movements right as I ease out of her, leaving her empty. “This better?”
“No,” she cries out, grabbing my ass even tighter. “Make me come.”
I smile. Fucking love her orders. I dip my face and kiss her neck, but don’t press into her again. “You sure?”
She pouts. “Do it now!”
“Say my name. You know you want to,” I demand and tease.
She groans in frustration, but she’s arching her back, asking for more of me, begging with her body. “Lake, please make me come.”
I rise up on my knees, push on the back of her thighs, then thrust into her. I bring my thumb to her sweet, hungry clit.
She tosses her head back and moans to the sky.
I don’t slow-fuck her anymore. As she chases her orgasm, I do everything to find it for her, fucking her deep and passionately, using my fingers and my cock.
Giving her everything she’s shown me she likes till her breathing is staggered, uneven, and then it’s just a long, keening sound as an orgasm wracks her body.
It’s gorgeous, the way it crashes over her.
I try to memorize the way she looks, record in my head how she sounds, wanting to keep that with me forever.
But my thoughts break apart as my thighs shake and I follow her there.
It’s never been like this for me—this connected, this intense, this…real.
It’s terrifying how much I want it to be the same for her.