Page 75 of Lowering His Guard

She moves as if to grab her phone, but I wrap my arms around her to stop her. Fuck. She’s cute. Getting all worried about a few bruises. No one’s ever worried about how brutal playing football is on my body before. Not Serenity. Not my mom. May’s special.

“This is how football works.”

She sticks out her bottom lip. “I don’t approve. I don’t want you hurting or in pain.”

Her concern causes my control to snap. I’m done resisting this woman.

I lift her up and she immediately wraps her legs around my hips. Her eyes flare when she feels my hard length pressing against her stomach.

“It appears you have a situation I need to take care of.”

I snort.

“Ha! You laughed! I win!”

“We’re both winning.”

“Does this mean…” I press my cock against her and she moans before pointing to a door. “Bedroom’s there.”

“Not climbing into a loft.”

She beams at me. “Good thing I have a ground-floor bedroom then.”

I carry her to the door and open it. It’s not a very big room but it does have a king-sized bed. Good. I need room to maneuver.

I throw her on the bed and she giggles as she bounces. I crawl onto the bed and kneel in front of her.

“Arms up,” I order.

“Yes, sir. Right away, sir,” she jokes, but she does follow my orders. Good. I’m in charge in the bedroom.

I rip her t-shirt off her, leaving her in a cute blue bikini top. She’s lean and fit, which I expected since she’s a professional surfer. But she also has gentle curves that my hands itch to touch.

I glide my hands along her ribs until I reach her top. I tug on the tie in between her breasts and it falls open. May arches her back, offering herself to me. It’s an offer I can’t refuse.

I palm her breasts and she moans.

“Yes. Touch me, Brock.”

I pause. “Can you be quiet, or do I have to gag you?”

Her eyes flare with interest and my cock pulses in my shorts. It’s on board with the idea of gagging her luscious mouth.

“There are scarves in the drawer. Or you could use my bikini top. I’m not picky.”

My cock presses against my briefs. Eager to escape its confines and bury itself in May’s warmth.

“Next time,” I grumble. “I want to hear your moans and sighs this time.” I want to make a map of her body. Learn what makes her explode.

“Next time. Okay. I can be quiet. Probably. Mostly.”

I duck my chin before she notices my amusement. She shouldn’t amuse me. She talks all the time. Can’t shut up even when I threaten to gag her. And yet this woman has me smiling and laughing when I shouldn’t.

Shit. I’m falling for May. I promised myself I would never fall for a woman again. Fear batters against my ribs. I push it away. Now isn’t the time.

Now is the time to show May the pleasure only I can provide her.

I rip her shorts and panties down her legs. She’s now completely naked for me. Her nipples are hard peaks, and her chest rises and falls as she pants.