He crept onto the bed like an animal stalking its prey. I couldn’t suppress the giggle that escaped when I rolled toward the indentation he made on the bed.
“You think this is funny?” His tone dipped low, but the hint of humor in his eyes showed me he wasn’t taking anything too seriously.
“No. I think it’s about time we got on with it. What if I want to watch the Astros play?”
He ducked his head, his mouth connecting with my throat while his palm splayed across my navel. “You’d rather watch baseball?” he murmured against the pulse pounding away in my neck.
There was absolutely nothing I’d rather be doing in that moment than be devoured by this man. Body, mind, and spirit, he’d infiltrated my very soul. But damn, he was fun to tease, so Ihitched up a knee and flung my leg over his hip, aligning my core with his tip.
“I do love to watch a man fondle his bat.”
He chuckled. “I’d rather you fondle my bat.”
“Why do I have to be the one to do all of the work around here?” I let out a breathy sigh as my fingers crept down his abs.
“I’ve always been an equal opportunist.”
I grinned as I shifted on top of him again. His hands went to my hips and he lifted me up. Positioning myself directly over his cock, I eased my way down onto him, relishing the way I stretched to accommodate him, the way he filled me.
His chest expanded as breath flowed into his lungs. We stilled, locked together in the most intimate way. Then he moved, thrusting a bit deeper. I’d been teasing him, playing with him, but now I was the one who was lost. As we moved together, finding our rhythm, I let myself go. His hands moved over me, cupping my breasts, squeezing my hips, and zeroing in on my need. I’d never felt so connected to someone before, so powerful and vulnerable at the same time.
Then he shifted, rising to a seated position. The angle changed and my release swelled. He dipped his head down to suck my nipple into his mouth and I was gone. I rode him, taking everything I needed until the momentum crashed over me. Slumped against him, my arms around his neck, he lifted me up and laid me down.
“Roll over, sport.”
“Sport?” I could barely speak as aftershocks continued to spark through me.
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to talk baseball.”
I flipped onto my stomach, not sure my knees would be able to support me. My limbs had turned to jelly.
His arm scooped under my stomach, and he helped me up to my hands and knees. “You okay?”
Nodding my head, I pushed my ass back into him. “Come on, slugger.”
His laugh sent a blast of warm breath over my lower back and I shivered. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“Mm-hmm. But I sure do like hearing you say it.” I felt him line up against my backside and then push into me. The pressure sent me reeling again. He pulled back and pushed in farther. Nice and slow, gentle, like he was afraid he might hurt me.
His hand curved around my hip, splaying over my curls, his finger stroking me as he slid in and out. I moaned, tightening around him while another orgasm built.
He increased the pace. I met him thrust for thrust, both of us straining, eager for something just out of reach. Then I slumped down, angling my back end higher in the air as his fingers finished what he’d started. He gave a final thrust, straining, his hand holding my hip so tight I was sure he’d leave a bruise. One I’d cherish as a mark of what could only be described as the most intense night of my life.
Spent, he rolled to the side, pulling me against him. “You’re amazing.”
I nestled my backside into his front. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“I love you, Zina.” His finger moved a chunk of my hair away from my ear. Then he pressed a gentle kiss against my neck.
My heart glowed. I could actually feel it warming inside my chest. “I love you, too.”
“Good. And now I know what to get you for Christmas.”
“What’s that?” The idea of him being around to give me anything for Christmas was gift enough.
“Hell, now that I know how turned on you get by baseball talk, I think I’ll see if I can get on the list for season tickets.”
I let out a laugh and realized that for once in my life I knew what it felt like to be content. Truly, happily, completely content.
