Chapter Eleven
Off-Sides and Triple Axels
Finally, I have Regan alone in my apartment.
She's dressed to kill, and I can't wait to strip her slowly, sensually, until she's gasping and arching her back in ecstasy.
But I suspect she still thinks it'll a her one-time fling, even after we had sex in my car .
Like hell. I might not have known Regan for long, but for me, it feels much longer.
It's as if we've been lovers for years instead of weeks.
And I plan on proving to her that I am not a one-night stand.
But I'll need to convince her we can be so much more.
We've just finished washing the dishes. Regan thought it was "cute" that I was brought up to be so neat and polite.
She has no idea how unpolite I can be when it comes to fucking.
I saunter up to Regan kiss her deeply---with tongue.
Then I duck my head to growl in her hear, "I hope you're ready for the way a quarterback screws a woman. "
"Don't worry, Hannigan. I can handle anything you can."
"Uh-uh." I slide one hand up her body, inch by inch, while her breathing grows labored and she squirms. "Oh God, Mike. Take me hard and fast."
"Nope. We won't do it that way."
She bites her bottom lip again. "You must be in the mood for a good sixty-nine session, then."
Regan clearly doesn't understand me yet. But she will soon enough.
"That's not it either, sunshine." I drag my rough palm down to my groin, where my dick is already firming up, and then roughly clasp her tits with both hands.
She gasps, and her pupils now dilated. "This will be slow as molasses, hot as fire, and deep as the ocean.
I'm going to make you remember this night for the rest of your life. "
Her eyes go wide, and she shivers with visible hunger. "That's big talk for a quarterback. You guys are all about the flash and glory."
"Not this one." I turn her around to face me and slide my hands down to her hips. "I'm all about precision, endurance, and reading my opponent's weaknesses."
She licks her lips. "I don't have weaknesses, Hannigan."
"Everyone does, sunshine." I back her against the counter, lifting her up onto it with one smooth motion. Her legs part instinctively, and I step between them. "Your weakness is that you think this is just about sex."
"Isn't it?" Her voice is breathy, betraying her attempt at nonchalance.
"Not even close." I brush my lips over her neck, feeling her pulse race. Her skin feels like silk against mine, and I have to fight to maintain control. My dick wants me to pound into her until she screams, but somehow, I will maintain my willpower---at least until she's juicy and hungry for me.
"I wanna to do this right." I graze my teeth over her earlobe, and she shudders. "I wanna memorize every inch of you, to find out what makes you gasp, what makes you moan, what makes you scream my name loud enough the neighbors will call the cops."
She slides her hands up my chest, digging her fingers into my shoulders. "You're awful sure of yourself, cowboy."
"With good reason."
I lift her easily and I carry her toward my bedroom. The weight of her in my arms feels right and perfect, like she belongs with me. But when she rolls her hips into me, I jerk and hiss out a sharp breath. Regan aims to give me a heart attack, and I don't give a damn.
I lay her gently on the bed, following her down until I'm hovering above her. Regan's eyes are glossy darker than usual. Desire will do that to a woman. The dim light from the bedside lamp creates just the right mood for this moment.
"So, what's your game plan, quarterback?" she asks, while sliding her hands under my shirt.
"No plan. Just instinct."
I push my tongue between her lips and relish the sweet, salty taste of her.
She responds immediately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth in such an erotic manner that any blood I still had left in my nether regions has rushed south.
When I break away, I trail kisses down her jaw to her neck and nibble on her earlobe.
Christ, my dick is twitching, as anxious as I am to take her.
"I'm going to take my time with you, Regan. Make you forget every other man who's ever touched you."
She giggles, which is not like her at all. But I love that sound, and the way her cheeks have turned cherry red like her nipples. "That's some ego you've got there, Mike."
I cluck my tongue. "It isn't ego, sweetie. It's a promise."
As I tug at the hem of her shirt, she lifts her arms to help me remove it. I take my time and savor Way her skin is exposed inch by inch. When I finally pull it over her head, I'm rewarded with the sight of a lacy black bra that barely contains her beautiful tits.
"Exquisite," I whisper, licking the edges of the fabric with my fingertip.
Regan shivers. "You're still fully dressed. That hardly seems fair."
"Patience." I lower my head to press a kiss to the swell of her breast. "I'm unwrapping my present."
Once I've I unhooked her bra, I slide the straps down her arms ever so slowly, revealing her body little by little.
My mouth is literally watering. Her breasts are perfect---full and firm, with nipples already hard and waiting for my attention.
I cup one in my palm, feeling its weight as I lower my mouth to the other, circling the nipple with my tongue before drawing it between my lips.
She moans softly as I suck harder, my tongue swirling around her nipple.
Her back arches, pressing her breast more firmly against my mouth, and I groan against her skin.
Damn, she's a goddess. Regan tastes like salt and sweetness.
"Mike," she gasps, her fingers threading through my hair. "Oh yes, Mike, I need you inside me."
I ignore her plea and switch to her other breast, giving it equal attention while my hand continues to knead the first. I can't get enough of her---the taste of her skin, the desperate noises she makes.
I fumble with the button of her jeans and pop it open with aching slowness.
The zipper follows just as gradually, until I can slide my hand between the denim and her skin.
Her breath hitches as my fingers brush against the lace of her panties.
"Fuck, you're already wet for me," I growl, feeling the damp fabric beneath my fingertips.
"Always so observant," she quips, still sassy as ever despite her voice trembling. I love how she tries to maintain her sass even as she's coming undone.
I tug her jeans down her legs, taking my time to appreciate the view. Her thighs are toned from years of figure skating---strong yet feminine. I run my hands up them, relishing the way goosebumps follow my touch.
"You're still overdressed," she complains, reaching for my shirt. "Get naked now, Hannigan."
This time I let her have her way. She lifts the fabric, and I help her pull it over my head. Her eyes darkens as she roves her gaze over my chest, drinking in the sight of my muscles. Her hands trail over my abs, and I flex instinctively under her touch.
"Like what you see, sunshine?" I ask, my voice dropping an octave. "I can give you pleasure like you've never felt before."
Regan licks her lip. "I don't usually go for cocky men, but you're different from the others."
Her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils tell me everything I need to know.
I lean down to thrust my tongue into her mouth again, coiling it around and around, deepening the kiss.
She grows more demanding by the minute, yet I remain in control.
She reaches for my belt, fumbling with the buckle in her eagerness to get me inside her.
I help her undo it before shucking my jeans.
Now we're both down to our underwear, and the sizzling heat between us could melt steel.
"God, Mike," she whispers as I rub my hard dick up down her cleft with her skimpy panties completely drenched.
I rip those panties in half, tossing them away.
Then I wriggle out of my boxers and chuck them too.
The scent of her cream wafts around me, amping up my lust so much that I'm growling like a rabid werewolf.
Regan is so blatantly aroused that her cream is dribbling down her thighs.
She hoists her hips to assist me, and my gaze travels up and down her body.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Regan." I settle between her thighs and spread them wider. "I'm going to worship every inch of you."
She props herself up on her elbows, that beautiful golden-brown hair spilling around her shoulders. "You talk too much, Hannigan."
I grin up at her, then lower my head to kiss her inner thigh.
She shivers, and I feel a surge of satisfaction.
As I trail kisses higher, I deliberately avoid the place where she wants me most. Her breathing grows heavier with every touch, and when I finally run my tongue along her center, she jerks and shouts wordlessly.
"Don't worry, Regan. I'm just getting warmed up. And when I'm ready for you to explode, it'll be volcanic. Because a quarterback knows how to turn even the toughest women into puddle of lust."