I start toward the door, but Clay grabs my hand.
“Meet you there in thirty,” he calls out the door.
“The sight of Michael wound you up?”I murmur under my breath.
“Not Michael,” he replies.
“No.Now!”Rookie says.
I bite my lip as I take in Clay.Then I turn back to the team.I smile and try for generous.“Give us fifteen.”
They holler and laugh, and I shut the door.
“Fuck fifteen,” Clay growls, lifting me under my legs and carrying me to the bed.
“You can’t work that fast?”I murmur.
“I don’t want to.I like having you in my room.”
“Pretty sure it’s our room.”
“I’ll call it anything you want as long as you’re here with me.”He sets me on the bed, tipping my chin up, and I spot the notebook I made for him on the nightstand.
“You still have that?”
Clay follows my line of sight and coughs.“Yeah.It helped me when you weren’t here.It was like having a piece of you.When things get dark, I think about your light, and it gets me through.”
I’m overwhelmed.Every cell in my body is about to burst.
Knowing I helped him get through, even in some tiny way, fills me with gratitude.
“You almost had a triple-double tonight,” I say, unable to stop the smile.
“That’s it, baby.Talk dirty to me.”He yanks down the zipper on my dress and tugs the fabric over my head.
I shift to kneel on the bed, giving him a view of the lingerie I put on after the game as I peer up at him from under my lashes.“You went off for thirty-two.”
“Fuck, I’m about to go off for more than that.”He grabs the front of his shirt and rips off the buttons.
A thrill races through me as I take him in, his gorgeous body, his feral intensity.
He presses his thumb into my mouth and against my tongue as I drag down his pants.He’s already huge and hard, and when I suck on him, he groans.
“Fourteen rebounds,” I whisper, releasing his thumb and shifting my attention to the obvious thing between us.
Clay was a superstar tonight.He did what needed to be done for his team and millions of people.
After the game, when the door closes, I’m the one here with him.
Well, me and Michael anyway.
I wrap my hands around Clay, needing to feel him.I lick around the head of him, a bead appearing immediately at the tip.I’ll never get over how insane it is that I can make him feel this way, that I’m the one he looks at as if he needs me more than air.
“Nine assists.If you’d helped out just one more time…” I tease lightly, only because he just won.
Clay grabs my chin and drags me up until our foreheads are pressed together.“Consider this the tenth.”
He drops me back on the bed and spreads my legs.He’s ravenous.Before long, I’m coming, my body tightening with pleasure until I’m gasping.
