“Obnoxious, sure. But showy?”
“And he’s handsome and funny. He helps my son and the other boys, and he turns out to be nice man.”
He winced. “Nice? Really?”
“Nice is good, trust me.”
Well, if she liked it, okay.
“And I make a big move to seduce him one day, and I’m hooked.”
“NowthatI like to hear.” He stood, ignoring the paused movie, and brought Becca to her feet.
“But things are complicated. I have a son who’s in high school. A business that takes up all my time. And these feelings for you are messing with my head.”
“I get you. I do.” He slowly led her from the media room down the hall to his bedroom. “Don’t forget the warnings from family to go slow, to not screw things up for Simon. Oh, and to not get sucked in by a pretty face.”
“I’ve heard all that.” She grinned. “So, have you been warned by Nora or Deacon?”
“Both.” He stripped off his shirt, pleased when she did the same. “Ah, great minds think alike.”
She removed her bra, and he had to touch. “You have the prettiest skin. Curves in all the right places.” He hugged her, groaning at the feel of her full breasts against his chest. Her nipples were hard, rubbing against him.
He palmed her breasts and felt their weight, his hands close to her heart.
“That feels good,” she whispered.
“Too good,” he whispered back and kissed her.
Tongue, lips, and a hint of teeth threw them both into a fog of lust. Clothes disappeared as they meshed, fully connected in all ways but one.
“Condom,” she moaned.
He laid her down on the bed and reached for one in his drawer. Then she grabbed it and put it on him, mounting him before he could think.
The feel of her body gloving him was better than anything. He stared up at his own warrior goddess as she rode him, her hair thrown back, her skin aglow. Her stare was direct, warm, caressing.
“I’m so close,” she warned.
He added a firmer touch, grazing her clit with fingers too rough for her soft skin.
She keened and clamped around him, and the sight of her climax pushed him into his own. He emptied into the condom on a moan, needing so much more from her.
“Becca, honey. You’re…”Everything.
When he finally stopped, he could do no more than stare up her, his heart full. Her smile reflected her joy, and the beauty of the moment overwhelmed him. The tough guy, who could bench her weight and more, who had tackled bigger men than Deacon and run in more touchdowns than any other guy in the league the past two years running, lost himself in emotion.
“Becca, I love you.”
He didn’t expect her to say it back, not yet. And he sure the hell hadn’t planned on saying it first, but it had slipped out. She surprised him by kissing him breathless once more. Becca trailed her hands and mouth over all of him. She pulled away and removed the condom, tossing it to the floor. Then she followed with more kisses, stroking and petting, until he was rock hard and wanting again.
“God, Becca. You’re driving me crazy.” The lovemaking turned from soft to wild, Becca silent and hungry, licking him up with a mouth that wouldn’t quit.
When she reached his hardening cock, she took him inside, her lips bringing him fully back to life.
“Turn around,” he wheezed, not sure a man should—or could—come again so fast.
Becca didn’t listen, and he jerked in her mouth as she tongued him, then sucked him down in heady draws.
