Dammit, I can’t let him talk about that stuff either. That sounds intimate, possessive. Almost girlfriend-like.
That will be over when he gets to Portland, too.
I don’t know that there’s anything safe to talk about. We can’t talk about him leaving, or I might end up crying. If we talk about his time here in Rebel, it will make saying goodbye harder. If we talk about anything sweet or funny, I might do something stupid and tell him that I’m falling in love with him.
So instead, I kiss him.
He happily, greedily, dives into a kiss with me.
His hand slides up into my hair, cupping the back of my head, his fingers tightening in the strands so that he can angle my head the way he wants it as his tongue strokes in along mine.
I wrap my arms around his neck and arch my body into his, needing to be closer.
He tears his mouth away and looks down at me. “Why are we standing up with clothes on when we could be lying down naked?”
“That is a very good question,” I say as I start tugging at the T-shirt he’s wearing.
He strips my Parks and Rec polo over my head, unhooking my bra and tossing it to the side before stopping to help yank his shirt over his head.
Our hands bump as we each reach for the other's pants.
I laugh and take a step back. “You do yours, I’ll do mine.”
“Hurry up,” he tells me, his eyes hot as I unbutton, unzip, and push everything down my legs.
He does the same, and a moment later, we tumble onto the mattress together.
“I need to taste you,” he tells me, braced on his forearms above me. Our noses are nearly touching. “I need to kiss every inch of you, then I want to fuck you deep and slow with you spread wide open for me, taking everything I can give you. That’s how I want to think about you when I’m not here.”
I swallow. “You can have whatever you want,” I tell him honestly.
He starts at my lips, kissing me deeply again, slowly, almost leisurely. Then he kisses his way down my neck over both collarbones, down between my breasts, before he pauses on each, taking several minutes to tease each nipple.
My hands are tangled in his hair, and I’m breathing hard. “I thought you wanted time to say goodbye to everybody else.”
“Everybody else who?” he asks against my left breast.
“The team, the other players.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says.” The only thing that exists for me right now is you and this sweet body that I am forever addicted to. “
“I just don’t want you to regret?—”
He lifts his head. “Wildflower.”
“Yeah?” My nipples are tingling, and my pussy is aching.
“This is where I want to be. Where Ineedto be. Everyone,everything,else can wait.”
God, I shouldnotlet him talk. It’s killing me slowly. I bob my head up and down. “Okay. I just don’t?—"
He growls again. “Clearly, I need to work a little harder on getting you out of your head. I don’t want you to be thinking about anyone or anything else but me and my magical mouth.”
I grin. “I promise you’re doing a great job.”
“Well, there’s a difference between great and mind-blowing.”
His hot mouth travels down the center of my torso, and he settles between my thighs, and I don’t think about a single other thing for the next forty-five minutes.
