Chapter 28 #2
Heat coiled in my gut as I held myself back, resisting the overwhelming urge to pop the buttons right off her shirt and let myself run my tongue down the center of her breastbone. I couldn’t wait to taste her skin and show her the real meaning of what it meant to be a tease.
Another button slid through its hole, revealing the bottom band of her bra.
“You draw this out any longer and I might just change my mind,” I teased.
“Oh yeah?” Her fingers gripped the sides of her shirt and pulled them together, cutting off my view of her rib cage. “You have something better to do tonight?”
I shrugged. “Astros are playing pre-season. Maybe I want to check out the game.”
Her mouth split into a knowing grin. “You’d rather watch a bunch of sweaty men toss their balls around than have me fondling yours?”
My dick responded to that comment, growing even thicker and harder as I imagined her doing just that. Faking a direct hit to the heart, I fell onto my side, adjusting myself on the way down. “You’re killing me, Baxter.”
She shed her shirt and straddled me, centering herself directly over my crotch. Her hips glided forward, creating the lightest, sweetest amount of pressure along my growing hard-on. “Well we can’t have that. At least not until I’m done with you.”
Gazing up at her, the light from the bedside lamp casting a glow behind her head, she looked like an angel. An angel whom I’d very much like to strip naked and drive to the brink of madness with my mouth.
I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her eyes narrowed as I moved my hands around her rib cage and slid them up to cup her breasts. “Who’s fondling who now?” I whispered.
Her mouth quirked up in a lopsided grin.
She had me exactly where she wanted me; I could tell by the way she brushed over my hips, using her body to taunt me.
Her breasts were heavy in my hands, and I swept the pads of my thumbs over her nipples.
She bit her lower lip and lowered her hips, increasing the pressure, grinding against me.
I’d had enough. I cupped my hands under her ass and lifted up from the bed.
Her legs wrapped around my middle, and I held her with one hand while I fumbled with my belt buckle.
She didn’t make it easy—her tongue circled my ear, her hands tunneled through my hair.
Dammit. Why did I have to wear the button-fly jeans today?
“Having trouble?” She pulled back enough to meet my gaze.
Hell, she drove me crazy. I’d been holding back, wanting to be gentle, wanting to keep myself in check and make sure she was taken care of before I took control. But now . . . now I wanted to claim her, wipe that smug smirk off her face, and show her what happened when she played with fire.
I dumped her on the bed and jerked my pants down my legs along with my briefs. As I kicked my feet loose, I wrapped a hand around my length. “Is this what you want?”
She licked her lips. If anything, the shift in power turned her on. She let her bra fall forward while she took her time unbuttoning her jeans and slowly sliding them down her legs. While she watched, I grabbed the box I’d stored in the drawer, ripped open a packet, and unrolled a condom.
Stripped down to her birthday suit, she lay back on the bed and propped herself up on an elbow. Then she patted the space next to her and arched a brow. “What are you waiting for?”
Zina
The look on his face might have made me a little nervous if it were anyone but Alex. I may have pushed him too far, but I was enjoying myself and he could take it. In fact, he seemed to thrive on my smartass remarks and looked like he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
He crept onto the bed like an animal stalking its prey. I couldn’t suppress the giggle that escaped when I rolled toward the indentation he made on the bed.
“You think this is funny?” His tone dipped low, but the hint of humor in his eyes showed me he wasn’t taking anything too seriously.
“No. I think it’s about time we got on with it. What if I want to watch the Astros play?”
He ducked his head, his mouth connecting with my throat while his palm splayed across my navel. “You’d rather watch baseball?” he murmured against the pulse pounding away in my neck.
There was absolutely nothing I’d rather be doing in that moment than be devoured by this man. Body, mind, and spirit, he’d infiltrated my very soul. But damn, he was fun to tease, so I hitched up a knee and flung my leg over his hip, aligning my core with his tip.
“I do love to watch a man fondle his bat.”
He chuckled. “I’d rather you fondle my bat.”
“Why do I have to be the one to do all of the work around here?” I let out a breathy sigh as my fingers crept down his abs.
“I’ve always been an equal opportunist.”
I grinned as I shifted on top of him again. His hands went to my hips and he lifted me up. Positioning myself directly over his cock, I eased my way down onto him, relishing the way I stretched to accommodate him, the way he filled me.
His chest expanded as breath flowed into his lungs.
We stilled, locked together in the most intimate way.
Then he moved, thrusting a bit deeper. I’d been teasing him, playing with him, but now I was the one who was lost. As we moved together, finding our rhythm, I let myself go.
His hands moved over me, cupping my breasts, squeezing my hips, and zeroing in on my need.
I’d never felt so connected to someone before, so powerful and vulnerable at the same time.
Then he shifted, rising to a seated position.
The angle changed and my release swelled.
He dipped his head down to suck my nipple into his mouth and I was gone.
I rode him, taking everything I needed until the momentum crashed over me.
Slumped against him, my arms around his neck, he lifted me up and laid me down.
“Roll over, sport.”
“Sport?” I could barely speak as aftershocks continued to spark through me.
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to talk baseball.”
I flipped onto my stomach, not sure my knees would be able to support me. My limbs had turned to jelly.
His arm scooped under my stomach, and he helped me up to my hands and knees. “You okay?”
Nodding my head, I pushed my ass back into him. “Come on, slugger.”
His laugh sent a blast of warm breath over my lower back and I shivered. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“Mm-hmm. But I sure do like hearing you say it.” I felt him line up against my backside and then push into me. The pressure sent me reeling again. He pulled back and pushed in farther. Nice and slow, gentle, like he was afraid he might hurt me.
His hand curved around my hip, splaying over my curls, his finger stroking me as he slid in and out. I moaned, tightening around him while another orgasm built.
He increased the pace. I met him thrust for thrust, both of us straining, eager for something just out of reach.
Then I slumped down, angling my back end higher in the air as his fingers finished what he’d started.
He gave a final thrust, straining, his hand holding my hip so tight I was sure he’d leave a bruise.
One I’d cherish as a mark of what could only be described as the most intense night of my life.
Spent, he rolled to the side, pulling me against him. “You’re amazing.”
I nestled my backside into his front. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“I love you, Zina.” His finger moved a chunk of my hair away from my ear. Then he pressed a gentle kiss against my neck.
My heart glowed. I could actually feel it warming inside my chest. “I love you, too.”
“Good. And now I know what to get you for Christmas.”
“What’s that?” The idea of him being around to give me anything for Christmas was gift enough.
“Hell, now that I know how turned on you get by baseball talk, I think I’ll see if I can get on the list for season tickets.”
I let out a laugh and realized that for once in my life I knew what it felt like to be content. Truly, happily, completely content.