Aware his daughter is only a few feet away, I pull back and lick his taste from my lips. It’s sweet from all the dessert he consumed tonight.
“I should go. I’m sure you’re ready to get to bed,” I say, though leaving is the last thing I want to do.
“Stay,” he says, surprising me because I never sleep over when Reece is here.
My eyes flit to her room. “But what about…”
He stops me with the soft press of his lips to mine. “Stay, Jordie.”
“But I thought…”
Again, my words are halted by his mouth, but this time the kiss is insistent, demanding. When he pulls back, his lips hover over mine. “Please stay with me tonight. I need you.”
His words tug at my core, tightening everything inside me. “Well, if you need me,” I tease, “I guess I’ll stay.”
I have to muffle my squeak when he grabs my bottom and lifts until my legs wrap around his waist. I’m always surprised when he does this. I’m over six feet tall with long legs, not exactly a petite little princess. But I’ve seen firsthand the body Phoenix Hale hides beneath his suits and polka-dotted ties. It’s obvious he doesn’t miss many workouts.
He carries me down the hall and into his bedroom, closing the door quietly before pressing me against it. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted you all day?” Sensing it’s a rhetorical question, I say nothing, and he continues. “Seeing you in these tight jeans had me fighting to keep my dick from doing some very inappropriate things, which would have been really bad since children were present.”
I pop an eyebrow as he grinds his erection against me. That thing is certainly not appropriate now.
“By the way some of the moms were looking at you, I don’t think they would have minded. That one blonde chick kept staring at your crotch. I think she was hoping it would do a trick or something.”
“Ha,” he spits out. “That’s Aria, and she’s nothing but a gold digger.”
“Have you?—”
“No,” he interrupts before I can finish my very intrusive question. “I’ve never been with any of the women that were here today.”
My posture relaxes. “Sorry, I’m feeling a little possessive of you.”
His grin could power an entire city with its brilliance. “Do you hear me complaining? You have every right to be possessive because you own me.”
A fluttering appears in my belly. “What does that mean? I own you?”
“It means… I love you, Jordie. I’m so crazy in love with you I feel like I could explode.”
The fluttery feeling rises up like a bird taking flight and lodges in my chest. “Phoenix.” The rest of the words get stuck, and his eyebrows inch together.
“I’m sorry. I was going to wait till after the game to tell you because I didn’t want to add anything else to your plate.” His lips press into a line so hard it looks uncomfortable, and I cradle his face between my palms, letting my thumb brush against the firmness of his mouth until it relaxes under my touch.
“Say it again.”
“You want me to…”
“I want you to say it again so I can say it back.”
That smile is back, bringing with it his adorable Thing One and Thing Two dimples. His gaze is on me, not wavering a millimeter. “Jordie McNamara, I love you with my whole heart.”
I rest my forehead against his and whisper, “Phoenix Hale, I love you too.”
Then we lose all semblance of control, and our clothes go flying. Buttons from my shirt hit the floor, and I scratch his neck in my haste to get his gray henley off over his head. Our hands are eager, and our mouths are impatient, stealing kisses between pulling off articles of clothing from the other’s body.
Finally, Phoenix stands completely naked in all his hot muscular glory, and I somehow still have my panties and one sock on. He doesn’t seem to be all that worried about my foot, but he hooks his fingers in the hips of my purple lace panties and rips them off before lifting me again and pinning me to the door.
“Need me to go down on you to warm you up?” he asks, his voice strained as his cock prods insistently at my pussy.
“I’m warm,” I insist, rocking up and down against his shaft and wetting it with my arousal.
