Page 204 of Made Better Together

“Thanks, it doesn’t feel real yet.”

“Even after those shirts tonight?”

“Haha.” I turn my hand over so our palms are connected. “I know we haven’t talked about any of the details yet, but I’m fine if you want to stay up here. We can go back and forth depending on my season and whatever your job ends up being.”

He gives me a look like “are you serious?” with raised brows. “Nah. I mean, Orlando’s a fine backup plan, but I’ll be looking for jobs in Miami. You and I, we deserve a normal day-to-day after the start we had.”

My heart soars. He jumped to that commitment? For me, for us?

“I’d love that. Living together, not missing a moment…well, except when I’m traveling for soccer. Coming home to you after a road trip sounds nice too, though.”

“Mmmm, it does.”

My mind spins as I digest his willingness to follow me. “Does Miami need a kicker? Even a backup?”

He turns off our exit. “Their starter is a solid player. I’m not sure of his contract status, or their backup either. It’s on my list for Aiden to look at after the playoffs.”

His agent is not allowed to talk to other teams until then. “That would be incredible.”

He twists his head in my direction, transparent hope on his face. “It would be a dream, though my first goal is to help the Waves win the Super Bowl. However, neither is as important as being with you, Rosy.”

OMG swoon.

I admire his profile, now facing forward, refocused on the road. He’s so damn handsome, the blond waves hitting his forehead, his sharp cheekbones like a statue.

But what really draws me to him is his heart. His strength. His grit to find his way out of everything he’s faced the last few years.

There’s no one else I want by my side.

“I wish I could kiss you right now,” I whisper.

He returns his gaze to me, eyes darkened. “Hold that thought.”

Blessedly, we’re reaching his building. It has unassigned parking, so he grabs a free spot closest to the entrance.

“Hurry, beauty.” We hustle into the elevator once inside and hop off the second it hits his floor. Before I know it, we’re behind the closed door of his apartment, his keys and my purse dropped on his side table.

We lock eyes, and then he’s pressing his mouth on mine, pushing my back against the bare wall of his entryway. His tongue, deep in my mouth, owning it like he’s claimed my heart.

Returning his kiss as soon as I catch a breath, I wrap my hands around his ass. Pulling him tighter against me, wanting him closer. I dig my fingers into the pockets of his shorts, and he moans before breaking the kiss.

“You’re frisky tonight, Rosy. But only one of us is in charge.”

I slip into my natural submission readily, my body loosening. “Yes, Sir.”

“Strip. I will too.”

The next minute is spent flying clothes off into different corners of his entryway. When we’re both naked, he drops to his knees, peering up at me.

“I’m going to lick you so you’re ready for me, beauty. You’re coming on my cock tonight, so hold off now.”

I dip my head in agreement.

“That’s my girl.” He spreads my upper thighs with his hands, pinning my legs against the wall. His tongue then swipes my clit, in the way he knows gets me ready to take him, but is less intense, easier for me to contain my orgasm.

Thank you, Sir. My mind quickly fades into nothing but the pleasure of his tongue on my bundle of nerves, as he licks, over and over, until I’m dripping. Soft and wet, ready for him.

Only, he shows no sign of slowing down. “Sir, I’m ready. I need you inside me. Please.”