When my robe slips a little, my chest comes in contact with his bare one. Phoenix looks down, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of my breasts in the red lace bra that’s peeking above the lapels.
“This looks beautiful on you.” He lifts one hand to drift his fingers over the tops of my breasts, his other one making a fist around my hair. My pussy throbs at the inadvertent roughness of it. “Are you wearing the matching panties?”
“There’s only one way to find out,” I say, gathering every ounce of confidence and bravery I have when I step back and let the robe fall to the floor. His mouth drops open, and my heart soars up into my throat when he curses and adjusts the crotch of his pants.
I decide if I’m going to stand here in my underwear, he’s going to as well, so I boldly reach for the zipper of his shorts.
My eyes look to him for permission, and he gives it without a word. I can see by the fire in his eyes that he wants this too, and I lower the zipper, the ticks sounding inordinately loud to my ears.
Within a second of me pulling my hand away, he has his shorts shucked and is standing gloriously in front of me. His black boxer briefs fit him like a second skin, and it’s obvious he’s already aroused. Quite aroused.
Lord have mercy, that’s a really big bulge.
His abs are on full display for my viewing pleasure, and what a pleasure it is. There’s no dad bod on this daddy.
Phoenix’s chest is carved muscle with deep-pink nipples and a scattering of dark hair. A tattoo rests over his heart in a pretty cursive that has his daughter’s name and what I assume is her date of birth.
He steps into my space, hands hovering over my shoulders for a hesitant second, during which I hold my breath in anticipation. When he finally touches me, his hands are sure and confident as they run down my arms and then back up to cup my face.
“You are fucking stunning, Jordie,” he murmurs a second before his lips close over mine for a kiss that feels almost reverent. Our bodies crash together, warm skin against warm skin. It feels so good, and I part my lips for him, allowing his skilled tongue into my mouth as my arms encircle his waist.
When he pulls back, I can read the lust in his eyes. Not that I can’t feel it against my belly. Jesus, he is hard.
“What all have you done, baby?” he asks, and I blink, trying to decipher the question in my Phoenix-addled brain. The haze clears enough for me to realize he’s talking about sexually.
“I’ve done oral. Giving and receiving.” Rolling my lips in and out between my teeth, I add, “And I have a lovely selection of vibrators. They’re not big, but I’m not a total novice. I know what goes where.”
He chuckles. “Good. That helps me formulate my game plan.”
I stroke my hands up and down his back. It’s smooth and warm. “Ah, I almost forgot. You’re Coach Hale tonight.”
“That’s right, baby. I’m the boss.”
Popping my eyebrows up, I reply, “I thought you said I was in control tonight.”
He shakes his head. “Nah, that was just something I said to get you to fuck me.”
My mouth drops open in shock, but at his wickedly mischievous grin, I smack his chest and laugh. “Stop it. You’re horrible.”
Phoenix yanks me hard against him and runs his nose down my throat. “Don’t sass me, McNamara, or I’ll have you running laps until your legs are weak.” He nips my collarbone. “Or maybe I have another way to make your legs weak.”
“I choose option B,” I say breathlessly, and before I know what’s happening, Phoenix lifts me into his arms and is striding across the large room to the king-sized bed. Then he tosses me onto it like I don’t weigh a thing.
He stands above me, his eyes roving over my almost-naked form. I should feel self-conscious, but I don’t. Not with the greedy way he’s looking at me.
“Fuck, Jordie. You look like a dirty goddess on my bed like this.”
I lean back on my elbows. “Then maybe you should get on your knees and worship me.”
Holy hell, I have no idea where that came from. Maybe the sex kitten hair is making me brave.
Or maybe it’s this man’s unending praise.
A slow, sexy smile spreads across his lips, and he reaches for the nightstand to pluck a rose from one of the bouquets. Then he kneels.
Oh. My. God.
Pulling me to a sitting position, Phoenix dusts the rose over my lips before kissing me there. Then he drags the flower slowly down my neck and over my chest, following the path with more kisses as his stubble leaves a trail of red skin behind.
