I turn to face her. “The fuck you will.”
She smiles, her hair messy and her skin natural, without a bit of makeup. This is how I like her best. Only I get to see her this way, and I plan to keep it that way.
I slide my hand beneath the T-shirt she sleeps in, which is one of mine that I packed for our trip. Isaac offered to loan her some of his clothes, and I just laughed. Over my dead body will she wear another man’s clothes. I’ll go naked so she can wear mine if I have to.
Suki dropped off some clothes for both of us, but Talia slipped into my shirt before bed our first night here, and I don’t want her to sleep in anything else now.
When I cup one of her breasts and tease her nipple, she moans softly.
She must finally be feeling better. That hangover really took her down. Yesterday, she spent a lot of time curled up on Isaac’s couch, reading a book on her phone. She ate a can of chicken noodle soup, but that was it.
I texted Isaac on our flight home and told him no talking about the toast, the video, or anything else about the wedding or our trip. He’s been good about it.
Within two minutes of putting my hands under her shirt, Talia is squeezing my ass, urging me to get on top of her. When she wants sex, she doesn’t like waiting, and I like that about her.
I kiss her neck, her moans becoming more insistent. When I kiss her cheek, her nose, and her forehead, she squeezes my ass so hard her nails dig in, and I arch my brows.
“You want me bad, huh?”
She smiles. “My headache is finally gone. You’ve got fifteen seconds to get your cock inside me, or I’m getting on top of you.”
I kiss her lips lightly, humming with amusement. “You can try.”
“If you don’t want to fuck me, I can always go see if Isaac will,” she says playfully.
I scoff. “Don’t make me beat the shit out of my own goalie. Your dad wouldn’t like that.”
She wrinkles her nose. “Not a good time to mention him.”
“Sorry about that.” I move on top of her, lacing my hands through her fingers on both hands and pinning them to her pillow. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“I look forward to it.”
Her eyes are like an abstract painting. They’re a swirl of amber, warm browns and earthy greens. I want to wake up to this view of her every day.
“I love you, Talia. I don’t know if you’re ready to say it when you’re sober, but it doesn’t matter. When you’re looking for a job and deciding where to move, I want you to know I’m in love with you. I don’t want anyone else.”
She gently squeezes my hands. “I love you, too. I didn’t even realize it was happening, but you’ve become my closest friend, and you also happen to be incredible in bed. It’s a killer combo.”
I get to my knees and fist my cock, sliding the crotch of her panties aside. Then I line the tip of my cock up and bury myself all the way inside her with one hard thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries, gasping. “That feels good.”
“You’re going to have some wet panties after this, love. Not just from your hot pussy, but from my cum.”
Her eyes brighten with desire and she pants, “Yes.”
I put my hands on the backs of her thighs and push them forward, driving into her again.
“Fuck me hard,” she whispers. “Make me come, baby.”
Her words are like a drug, my body responding to her without thought. I’m fucking feral for the way she looks and sounds, spread open to me, her cheeks rosy and her round tits bouncing hard as I plow into her over and over. I want her to call me baby every day. On the phone. Over breakfast, when I bring her a fresh cup of coffee. But especially when I’m fucking her like this.
She arches her back and her lips round into a silent O of pleasure. She’s got a thing about Isaac not hearing her orgasm.
Not me. I want him to tell every member of my team—or better, every man on the planet—that she’s mine now. I groan hard as I pump my hips into her one last time, filling her pussy.
“God, you’re amazing,” she says when I pull out of her a few seconds later.
