I scowled at the insinuation.
“I can feel your glare from here!” she called. “Sorry!”
Then she appeared in the doorway. “I know that’s not what you want. It’s … My family is great, but they’re opinionated and overprotective, and I don’t want them to burst our wee bubble.”
“Then we don’t let them.” I wiped my mouth with the face cloth, trying not to let old insecurities build. “You want them to meet me, right?” Before she could answer, my gaze dropped down her body. Hot blood flooded south. “What are you wearing?”
Beth smirked and stepped forward but only to turn around. She gave me a sexy look over her shoulder. “I bought it at the stadium.”
I didn’t know it was possible to be so turned on you couldn’t speak. She wore nothing but a Caley United football shirt. It had KEEN and 10 on the back. The hem of the shirt barely covered her arse. She turned back around, grinning at my expression as she crossed the room. Sliding her arms around me, she pressed her cheek to my biceps, while her palms coasted over my bare abs.
“Of course, I want you to meet my parents.” She lifted her head, her fingers curling against my stomach. “Captain, I meant it earlier. I’m so proud you’re mine.”
The football shirt kind of said as much. “Good,” I answered gruffly.
One of her hands flattened against my lower stomach and coasted downward, dipping beneath my boxer briefs. My cock, like it was trained, rose to greet her. She fisted me, grip hard like I loved as she gave me an enthusiastic jerk. I grunted as my balls tightened. Beth’s gaze was hot on mine, and I arched into her touch.
“I was hot today,” she whispered, turning into me, pushing my briefs down with her other hand to free me. “You’re so intense on the pitch. It reminded me of what you’re like when you’re fucking me like there’s no tomorrow.”
I throbbed in her hand at that, enjoying the idea of her in the stands, growing wet watching me play football. Control snapped, I spun, took hold of her waist, and set her on the edge of my bathroom counter. She opened to me and I groaned at finding no underwear beneath the football shirt. Usually, I tore whatever flimsy nightwear she had on off, but I wanted to fuck her in this shirt.
Possessiveness roared through me as I took my girlfriend hard and wild, her cries of pleasure echoing off the bathroom tiles and stroking me toward a release I felt deep in my goddamn soul.
I think it started to happen as I moved inside Beth, the pleasure slowly building as I glided in and out of her perfect, wet heat. We were on the bed, the desperation from earlier soothed by the frantic fuck we’d had in the bathroom. She was naked, though the mental picture of her in my shirt still lingered.
Her knees were drawn up against my hips, her hands coasting over my back as we rocked together. We kissed as our climax built, leisurely but spectacular, and as I pulled away to watch it build in her eyes, I knew at that moment, I could happily spend the rest of my life looking only in Beth Carmichael’s eyes.
“I love you,” she suddenly gasped out, voice hoarse, quiet but filled with emotion, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I confessed without hesitation.
Because it was the truth.
She smiled, a soft, sexy smile I felt tight in my gut, and I started rocking a little faster, harder, more desperate. “Say it again,” I commanded.
“I love you, Captain,” Beth gasped again, arching her hips into my thrusts, tensing for a moment and then crying out as her orgasm shuddered through her.
“I love you,” I groaned as my own release took me.
We kissed as the last trembles shook through our bodies.
Her happiness radiated from her, making me feel a hundred feet tall. Reluctantly, I got up to deal with the condom. When I got back in bed, Beth rolled into me, resting her cheek on my upper chest, her arm thrown over my waist. I put my arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
“Love you,” she whispered. “Night.”
“Love you.”
Her breathing evened out quickly, the gentle noise the only sound in the room, except for that of my own heartbeat. It seemed thunderous in my ears.
Love you.
It wasn’t Beth’s voice, though.
Love you.
Mum. My chest tightened at the memory.
Love you.
