“I like coming home to you,” he says, dropping a kiss to my damp shoulder.
“I like hearing you call this place home.”
He smiles against my skin before he dots another kiss on my neck.
Emmett reaches for my wine, taking a sip before putting it back in my hand.
“So,” he begins, hands smoothing over my hips under the water. “You’ve officially finished your first season. How are you feeling?”
I drop my head back to rest on him. “Good. Sad that it’s over, but proud of how this first year turned out.”
“You should be proud.”
“So should you.”
His hands move up my stomach. “I am. It was a good year. Shit, it was a great year.”
“I want to go all the way next season. Now that we have the staff and the players we want. I don’t know. It feels like we’re all in it together. We have such a good group, and I want to win a championship with them.”
“Then let’s do it.”
I huff a silent laugh. So much easier said than done, but I’ll take his vote of confidence that we can.
His inked hands roam, moving over my breasts, squeezing them in his palms on his path over my body.
“Are you going to hire a receptionist next season?”
A soft moan escapes me when his thumb circles my nipple.
“I don’t know. I should.”
His lips trail over my ear. “Just don’t keep me out.”
I shake my head against him. “Never.”
Emmett’s hands run over my thighs, but I squeeze them together, needing a bit of friction.
“Don’t keep me out of here either. Spread your legs, baby.”
He can’t always get me to do what he wants. We tend to challenge each other before giving in. But when we’re naked together, sometimes it shocks even me how compliant I am. How easy it is for me to give up control.
And that’s exactly what I do, opening my legs wider, pushing them flush against his. One of his arms wraps around my middle, his other hand running teasing circles just above where I need him most.
“Em,” I whine.
“I know.”
Finally, he puts me out of my misery when he glides his hands between my legs, middle finger running over my clit.
I drop my head back on his shoulder with a moan. “Yes.”
“Hold on to your wine, Reese.”
Tightening my grip on the stem, I can’t help but smile up at the ceiling, eyes closed, his fingers slowly playing with me exactly how he knows I need it.
“I could get used to this.”
His mouth finds my ear, his other hand toying with my nipple as I writhe against him. “So could I. Coming home to you.Feeding you wine. Playing with your pussy until you come. We can do this every night, Reese.”
