“Okay? You’re not going to push me?”
“And have you accuse me of trying to control you? Nope. I learn from my mistakes. You get tackled by a linebacker enough times, you learn to adjust.”
“Mr. Not Afraid of a Fourth Down is afraid of a linebacker?”
“Have you seen a linebacker in person? They’re big and bulky. And they know how to hit.”
She smiles before leaning close. “Thank you.” She presses her lips to mine.
She starts to retreat but I grasp her shoulders to keep her right where she is. Her breasts pressed against my chest. Her mouth on mine. My cock twitches in appreciation.
I nip her bottom lip. “Let me in.”
The second she opens her mouth, I dive in. Her taste hits me and I groan. I will never tire of her taste. It’s far too sweet and addictive. And it’s mine. No other man will get a chance to taste her if I have anything to say about it.
She scoots forward until her core is centered over my cock. It hardens and lengthens in response. She moans and I thread my hands through her silky hair to keep her right where she is. Right where I want her. Right where she belongs.
She grinds herself against my cock and I grasp her hips to stop her.
She wrenches her lips from mine. “Why are you stopping me?”
“I don’t want to fuck you on the couch. You’re not a groupie.”
She bats her eyelashes. “What if I want you to fuck me on the couch?”
I groan. “You are not making this easy.”
She wiggles on my lap. “It’s hard. The way I prefer.”
I bark out a laugh. I never know what she’s going to say. It’s refreshing. I love it.
I love her.The words don’t surprise me. I expected to fall for her quickly. The second I saw her sing, I knew I wanted her. Love followed naturally.
I bite my tongue before I blurt out how much I love her. She’ll run faster than a running back hitting daylight after a perfect block upon hearing those words.
I palm her neck. “You sure? I have a perfectly respectable bedroom a few steps away. I think I even made my bed this morning.”
She trails kisses along my jaw. “I’m sure.”
I squeeze her neck until she lifts her head to meet my gaze. I study her eyes. There’s nothing to see but passion in her light brown eyes. No fear. Good. I won’t let her regret being with me.
“Shirt off,” I order.
She smirks before grasping the hem of her tank top and whipping it off.
I growl. “You’re naked. Where’s your bra?”
“Integrated in the tank top.”
She grasps my hands and places them on her breasts. She’s not shy in bed. I love it. “Play with these.”
I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.”
She grins. “Ma’am? I like it.”
It’s cute she thinks she’s in charge. We’ll see about who’s in charge.
I knead and massage her breasts until her head falls back and she moans while shoving her chest into my hands. I pluck her nipples until they’re hard peaks. And she grinds down on my cock.
