Chapter 8
EIGHT
If this was a fucking dream, nobody better wake me up.
Kinsley stood before me, her raven hair a stark contrast to the white paint of my front door.
My cock hardened as soon as she stepped inside my home, and my hands itched to touch her bare skin, but nothing could compare to having her whimpering against me, the warmth of her pussy radiating through her jeans. Fuck.
Just being this close to Kinsley turned me into a desperate man.
Within a few hours, this woman had buried herself under my skin, and now, I wanted to claim every part of her.
My breathing grew heavier as I flexed my hips into her, burying my nose against her neck to get a hit of her sweet and floral perfume.
Fuck, I needed her taste on my tongue, her scent soaked into my sheets.
With her thighs parted and a dare in her eyes, I looped my arms around her and lifted her off the floor.
“Jace!” Kinsley let out a surprised yelp, and I held her tighter.
Fuck, her curves fit perfectly in my hands.
Soft, supple. It was as if someone had dropped this woman into my path as a test; if I was supposed to hold back, I’d fail every time.
The world could be crashing down outside my door, and all I’d care about was making her come—watching her fall apart, making her as desperate for me as I was for her.
I trudged through my house, careful not to jostle her too much as we moved around my boxes and tools.
The mess made my skin crawl. I’d been here for three months but hadn’t unpacked, too busy with renovations.
When I first moved to the city, I’d rented a high-rise apartment next to the stadium, but it never fit quite right.
I’d found this dated house on a whim, and the state of it made the price way below market value.
It had become my hidden refuge, where I could hide from the rest of the world and drop my on-field persona.
I’d worked hard to make it livable, and I was damn proud of the progress so far.
But no one came here—not my teammates, not my dad, and certainly not the women who shared my bed.
However, with Kinsley, I never thought about bringing her anywhere else. I wasn’t looking for a clear exit, hoping she’d leave as soon as we were done. She let me see a little behind her walls, and it made me itch to do the same, to show her a part of my world.
Alarm bells should have rung out in my mind, should have warned me to stop and think about my choices, but none appeared. All I could focus on was Kinsley and how good she felt wrapped in my arms.
I pulled back and searched her darkened eyes, wondering if there was a reason we’d connected so quickly.
Familiarity twisted in the back of my mind, making me desperate for someone I didn’t know twenty-four hours earlier.
It might have had something to do with her guarded gaze—the same thing I saw in the mirror each morning.
Loneliness. Fear. So much weight on her shoulders, it was a miracle they didn’t buckle.
For tonight, I wanted to see her unleash.
Once we reached my bedroom on the second floor, I shoved the door open, dropping Kinsley in the middle of my bed. She lay across the woven blanket, stretching out toward the carved wooden bed frame. As I reached out to unbutton her jeans, she looked around my room and let out a quiet chuckle.
“What are you laughing about, Kins?”
“Your bedroom.” She motioned around us. “Once again, not what I expected.”
I frowned as I followed her line of sight, taking in my room with fresh eyes.
This was the first room I renovated, taking on most of the labor myself despite the clause in my contract.
I spent hours deliberating the right shade of blue for the walls, debating hundreds of different window treatments and sconces.
As I looked down at Kinsley, I frowned. “You don’t like it? ”
She shook her head. “I love it.”
I ran my nose along the column of her neck. “But?”
“But…I thought it would be more of a bachelor pad. Clothes littered everywhere, baseball posters on the wall.” Her eyes took on a wicked sparkle. “A Saint Andrew’s Cross in the corner.”
“Hate to disappoint, but I keep most of that stuff in storage. Can’t stand a lot of clutter around.”
“Oh my God.” She took my chin in her hands. “Are you a neat freak, Jace?”
Fuck yes. As messy as my life could be, I hated anything out of place.
I couldn’t focus when there was too much hanging around or if items were not in the right place.
The team clubhouse was my personal nightmare, and, every day, it was a struggle to keep myself together.
But as I stared down at Kinsley splayed out across my bedspread, it was the last thing on my mind.
Smirking, I leaned down and captured her lips, needing another hit of her.
“Normally, yes. I like a certain order to things. But right now…” I pulled back and smiled at the woman in my arms. “I’m going to make an absolute mess of you. ”
Her eyes sparkled in the early morning light. “Then you better get to it.”
That was the only invitation I needed, sealing my mouth to hers as I lifted her shirt.
We broke apart only long enough to toss it to the other side of the room, not bothering to look where it landed.
My lips traveled along her chest, noting the spots that made Kinsley shift and pant.
When I reached her bra, I toyed with the edge, running my thumb along the cup.
“I’ve been dreaming of these since the moment we met.
” Pulling it down, I sucked in a sharp breath when I took in the soft, pink peaks, loving how my hands fit around them.
As I kneaded her breast, I leaned forward and circled her nipple with the tip of my tongue.
“Perfect. How the fuck are you so perfect?” I mumbled before closing my mouth, sucking as I took the other one in my hand. Full, soft, and, for tonight, all fucking mine.
Kinsley’s back arched off the bed, and her fingers shot to my hair, holding me close to her skin. “God, Jace, that’s so good.”
With a light bite, I released her breast and then lathered the other with the same treatment, relishing in how tightly she held me to her chest. As she writhed with need, I pulled back, continuing my path down her body.
When I flicked the button of her jeans, my eyes met hers, searching for any hesitation.
But Kinsley just smiled and ran her fingers down the side of my cheek.
I turned and kissed her palm. “You sure about this?”
She nodded. “Please, Jace. I need you right now. I might die if I don’t come soon.”
“Can’t have that,” I teased as I lowered her jeans and underwear in one move, leaving her glistening core on display for me.
My hands trailed along her thighs, staring as I parted her, taking in every inch of her beauty.
Kinsley was made for me. I didn’t deserve her, didn’t know why she’d landed in my life when I wasn’t searching for anything more than a quick fuck, but every one of my instincts screamed as I took her in, bare and desperate for my touch.
Mine.
The first touch of my tongue to her core brought a gasp from Kinsley’s lips.
She stared at me as I teased her with my fingers and my tongue.
My cock hardened as her dark eyes met mine—loved that she only grew wetter when my mouth claimed her pussy for the first time.
Groaning against her skin, I whispered, “Knew you’d taste like this. ”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re meant to be mine.”
With that, I ravaged her pussy with my tongue, needing her to come apart around me.
I slipped one finger inside her and frowned as I worked her walls.
She was tight—too tight. But that question would come later; right now, all I cared about was making this woman fall apart.
I needed to see it—needed to feel it, needed to give her the best orgasm of her life so she’d come back for more.
My tongue, mouth, and fingers worked in tandem, and Kinsley moaned my name, the sound etched into my brain.
Her walls clenched my fingers when I sucked her clit until she exploded.
Her back bowed off the bed, and wetness coated the sheets surrounding us, filling me with pride.
I continued to work through her release, loving the way she took every ounce of pleasure I gave her.
With her fingers tangled in my hair and her legs wrapped around my shoulders, there was no place in the world I’d rather be.
When her body eased, I leaned back, licking her essence off my fingers.
Kinsley’s eyes tracked my movements, fueling the desire written in her expression.
I loved it, already addicted to this woman’s flavor—but something else teased the back of my mind.
As my hands roamed along her smooth thighs, I asked, “Kinsley, are you a virgin?”
Her entire body flushed, and, fuck, that should not have been so much of a turn-on. She shook her head. “No, but it’s been a very long time since I’ve been with anyone.”
“How long?” I asked, my voice tight. Not that I cared who she’d been with before; her body was her own. I’d never judge anyone for who they brought into their bed, but what I couldn’t stand was the look in her eyes, that apprehension. It had no place in this room, not while I was around.
“Almost three years,” she breathed out.
Fuck. That was a long time—too long for someone so beautiful.
And while I didn’t know her exact age, there was no way she was any older than 25, which meant she’d been young when she closed off this part of herself.
That was the only answer that made sense, considering how everyone seemed to react around her.
Without asking for attention, people seemed to flock to her.
“Di-did something happen?”
“No, no,” Kinsley insisted. “Honestly, it just wasn’t high on my priority list. I’ve never really had a lot of interest in it, never needed someone, until…” Her eyes searched mine, finishing the sentence for her. Until you.
I cleared my throat, “We should slow down, Kins. I don’t want to hurt you—”
She lifted off the bed and captured my mouth with hers. Her nails dug into my back as she arched against me, beckoning me closer. My hands found her hair, needing her just as much. If she wanted to stop, there was no question—I’d stop. But it would hurt like hell to let her out of my arms.
As she pulled back, Kinsley’s fingers found my jaw, stroking me. “Keep going, Jace. Please. You’ve made me feel more in one night than I have in years.”
“What are you saying, Kinsley?” My hands tightened on her hips. “Be explicitly clear, because I don’t want to mess this up right now.”
She smiled up at me, “I want you to fuck me, Jace.”