“Fuuuck,” is all I can get out when I finally start to breathe again. She’s so warm and tight, stretched around my cock.
I’m never going to get enough of this woman.
I don’t even have time to think before she’s moving her hips, rocking up and down. My fingers grip her waist, and I thrust deeper, pistoning my hips to match her slow and sensual rhythm. Our eyes collide, and every unspoken word adds intensity to the movement of our bodies against each other.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need. Come all over my cock.”
Fuck. She’s killing me.
I watch her face flush as she gets close. Head thrown back, her gorgeous russet hair flowing down her back, plump breasts on display as they bounce with each thrust. She looks like a goddamn goddess. I love that she’s owning every moment of this. So fucking hot.
Her eyes widen as her pussy flutters, then she squeezes me tight, and as much as I want to, I can’t hold back anymore. My balls tighten, and I feel that familiar fire along my spine before I let go, bellowing as I come harder than I ever have before. Her pussy grips me tightly, choking my cock with the force of her climax. I keep thrusting until I wring every drop of pleasure possible out of each of us before we collapse against each other, gasping for breath.
“Jesus, Damon, that was incredible.” She looks at me in wonder, her skin flushed and glowing, limbs still trembling. Her lips are plump and pink from our kisses. She looks beautiful, and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride. Smug in the knowledge that I’m the reason she’s looking wrecked.
“You’re a fucking goddess when you come undone,” I murmur, as I kiss her temple, pulling her into the circle of my arms. There’s no way I can ever let this woman go. I’m never going to get enough of her. Pulling her against me, I tighten my arms around her as she lays her head on my chest. We fit together so perfectly, and I want to stay like this forever. We lay like this for a while, each lost in our thoughts, content with simply cuddling together.
For some reason, my mind floats back to my rookie fantasies. God, my younger self had no fucking idea how phenomenal it would be just to hold her like this.
“You were the star of every fantasy of mine back when I was a rookie,” I confess. I’m unsure why I feel the need to share this, but I do. I decide to save that self-examination for later.
“Oh really? I’m not anymore?” she teases, her lush lips, swollen from our kisses, pouting playfully.
“Oh, you most definitely are, but the reality by far exceeds any fantasy I’ve ever had, beautiful.”
She huffs in disbelief. “I find that hard to believe, “ she jokes, and I see the genuine doubt behind it.
I pull her up so we’re face-to-face and gently grip her chin. I want her to look into my eyes, but she turns her face away, burying herself in my arm. I tell her anyway because I have to.
“Joslyn, no rookie fantasy could ever live up to the reality of you in the flesh. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman, in a partner. Everything about you is perfect—your body, your mind, and that beautiful heart. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and I want you to understand that, Jos. I need you to see the smart, gorgeous, and talented woman that I see.”
Her head comes up, and I see the lingering doubt in those soft gray eyes. I hold her gaze, heart in my eyes, because I don’t just want her to hear my words. I want her to feel them in her soul. She squirms, trying to look away again, but I stroke her cheek and wait her out. I can be patient when it’s important. It feels like an hour, but it’s only a few minutes before she gives in.
I can tell she’s nervous by the way she chews the side of her lip.
I love that, as strong as she is, she’s able to be vulnerable and soft with me. I know that’s hard for her, and that I get to be her safe space is beyond satisfying. I want her to see that she can trust me.
“I’ve got you, baby. I see you.”
Her eyes are wide and watery with unshed tears, but she doesn’t look away this time. She lets her tears flow silently down her cheeks. I put everything I feel into my eyes, like I can imprint myself onto her heart. Like I can will her to see herself as I see her.
When the tears stop, she burrows into my arms with a contented sigh. I keep her close until her even breathing tells me she’s asleep. I gentlytuck her in, kissing her forehead before I reluctantly head for the shower, consoling myself with the thought that this is only the beginning for us. I have time to show her how incredible she is to me.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Damon
I called Mel on my drive over to Jos’s place last night. She’s rescheduling all our morning appointments. Jos needs a break, and I know she won’t take one unless I arrange it for her. I’ve noticed that she has a hard time taking time for herself. She fell asleep again after our early morning activities, and I want her to stay that way for as long as she needs it.
My only concern is the coach interview we have going on today. Bob Ingram is currently the head coach of the Detroit Demons. He agreed to our interview, despite being under contract with them for another two years. He’s got a reputation for being a grumpy asshole, but you can’t argue with his results. I’m concerned he’ll be an ass about rescheduling. I’m on the fence about how he’d fit in here, but I’m willing to at least go through the interview process before I make a decision. I’m sure Joslyn also has strong opinions about filling the head coach spot. Her opinions are always strong, and they’re usually spot on. It’s damn sexy.
My phone rings as I get out of the shower. I grab a towel and think about ignoring it until I see it’s Julia, Lexi’s mom. I let it go to voicemail while I dry off, then drop a light kiss on Joslyn’s cheek before heading out to the other room to call her back. I don’t want to wake her because I love that she’s finally getting some rest.
“Hey, Julia. How’s Lexi? Everything okay?” I ask, trying not to let my panic ramp up again.
“Damon! Finally. Yes, yes, she’s fine. Are you coming back here this morning? I need you to speak to your daughter. She’s not listening to me at all.” Her strident voice is demanding, and it’s not hard to tell she’s annoyed.
I sigh in relief. It sounds like Lexi has improved immensely if she’s arguing with her mom. I take a deep breath before answering her.
