Page 125 of Hometown Halftime

My pulse pounds steadily as she follows me, hand tight in mine. When we reach my bed, she undresses. She kicks off her shoes, then her shirt is gone, revealing a light pink lace bra, nipples straining against the mesh. Her pants disappear next, revealing a matching thong, and I follow her lead, kicking mine onto the growing pile beside hers.

Kinsey moves to the mattress, propping herself up on her elbows while I stand there trying to decide where I want to start. Because right now, I want to touch every inch of her.

“You’re staring,” she whispers.

“I know. Fuck, you look good in pink.”

Her eyes are blazing as I join her, lowering myself over her carefully, kissing her slower now while I pay attention to every reaction and every breath. I want this to be good for her so badly that it almost hurts. Because she's Kinsey. She’s no longer simply the woman I wanted more of, she’s become the woman I can't imagine losing, and the thought of disappointing her feels worse than any loss I’ve ever experienced on the field.

Kinsey’s fingers slide into my hair while my mouth moves down her throat, and the second she arches beneath me, warmth spreads down my spine.

“Tell me if something feels good, or if I’m completely fucking this up,” I murmur against her skin.

A quiet laugh escapes her. “I will.”

I grin against her shoulder before kissing lower to her breasts. Every sound she makes lands deep inside me, and as gasps and shaky moans slip from her mouth, something inside me settles quietly into place.

Because this is where I want to be—with her.

Kinsey pulls me back up to her, kissing me deeply while her fingers drift lower between us.

“Are you still okay?” she says, her eyes scanning my face.

I rest my forehead against hers and let out an embarrassed laugh. “I’m nervous as hell. I’ve thought about this so many times, and damn it, Kinsey, I just want it to be good for you.”

“Hey.” Her hand cups my jaw gently until I look at her again. “There’s no pressure here, okay?”

She reaches for my hand and lowers it between us. Her eyes stay fixed on mine as she moves my fingers through her pussy, coating them in her arousal.

“Do you feel that?”

I let out a shaky breath, nodding as my fingers slide against her soft skin.

“You’re soaked.”

She rises from the bed and places a soft kiss to my lips.

“That’s what you do to me, Riley.”

When she lies back against the mattress, her blue eyes stay locked on mine, soft and patient, and suddenly I need to kiss her again before I say something embarrassingly emotional.

Then I reach toward the nightstand for the box of condoms I shoved into the drawer the day after we committed to our agreement. I tear at the top, ripping one from the strip.

“You stocked up,” Kinsey says with amused eyes.

I narrow my eyes while tearing open the wrapper. “We had rules, remember? I wasn’t going to be caught unprepared, Kitten.”

Her laughter fills the room again while I shake my head and roll the condom on, and the fact that she can still make me laugh right now settles my nerves more than anything else could.

When I settle over her again, the mood shifts, the intimacy of the moment washing over us. Kinsey brushes her fingers along my chest while holding my gaze, and my heartbeat turns heavy enough that I can feel it everywhere.

“I want you inside me, Riley,” she says breathlessly.

She reaches down, eyes still on mine, and grips my cock. Time slows to a stop as she guides me between her thighs. I rock against her slick center and the second she lines me up and I push in, the breath leaves my lungs as I press in inch by inch.

“Holy shit,” I whisper as my head drops to her collarbone once I’m fully seated deep inside her.

Kinsey’s arms tighten around my shoulders while I force myself to stay still for a second, trying to process the feeling of her around me. Warm and impossibly close, and so perfect.