“Then let’s make a deal,” she said. “A side offer, if you will.”
“I’m all ears.” She rubbed against him a little. God, she felt good.
“One night,” she said. “One night, and we’ll both go back to our lives.” Her voice dropped. “It’ll be our little secret.”
“That’s a pretty big secret,” he teased. “You might want more.”
“I might, but we can’t. Not right now.” Her eyes held his. “Deal?”
“Are we shaking on this?”
“Of course we are.”
“Well, then, I accept.”
She gave him a fist bump in response. She pulled herself up on his chest, straddled him, and he told himself to breathe. The late afternoon illuminated her skin in sunbeams. She was the beautiful conquering warrior home from the executive suite, and he was her willing servant/pool cleaner/lawn maintenance professional. He’d be anything she wanted him to be as long as she kept rubbing herself against his hard-on. She was driving him out of his mind, and they hadn’t taken off one stitch of clothing yet.
“I’ll remember that,” she teased. Her fingers moved over his chest, streaking fire as they went. “Back to our negotiation. What kind of contract concessions would you be willing to negotiate if I took off my clothes?”
She slowly licked her lower lip and gave him the same saucy, enticing, confident smile he imagined women had been giving the men in their beds since the beginning of time. She fingered the hem of her sweater, pulling it off over her head and letting it dangle from her fingertips before it hit the floor.
“I’d play for a dollar a year with those terms,” he said. A dollar? He’d pay them.
“A dollar?” She unbuttoned the top button of her slacks. “I don’t know about that. This might require more discussion.”
He brushed her fingers aside and made short work of the zipper. “I’m guessing sexual favors might work better.” With one quick movement, he shoved the pants over her waist and halfway down her hips. “Better?”
“You’re still dressed.”
“We’ll work on me in a minute here. Let’s make sure you’re comfortable first.”
He reached to pop open the back hooks on her bra; the lace and satin confection fell away to reveal breasts that fit perfectly in the palms of his hands, tipped with small brown nipples. Her eyes gleamed as he braced her against himself and rolled over so she was beneath him.
He stripped away her slacks and peeled off the panties that matched her bra, dropping them on the floor. He felt her hands skimming up his back, pulling the sweater and T-shirt he wore off with one quick movement over his head. She unbuckled his belt, unfastened the jeans, and tried to shove them off. She couldn’t budge his weight.
“Let me help,” he teased. He was out of the jeans and his boxer briefs less than a minute later. A few seconds afterward, he held a naked and trembling Kendall in his arms again. He couldn’t think of an endearment he hadn’t used before, and this occasion seemed to call for something special. He’d think about it right after he figured out why she was shaking. Maybe she wasn’t sure about what they were about to do, and he needed to back off.
“What’s wrong, Kendall?”
“Nothing.” She let out a sigh and reached out to pull his face closer to hers.
“You’re shaking all over. Are you scared?” He traced the tendon in her neck with the tip of his tongue. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”
Her head tossed on the pillows that didn’t hit the floor earlier.
“Not scared. Maybe nervous.”
“Tell me all about it.”
She drew one finger down his chest. “You’re the first guy I’ve been with who didn’t wax off his chest hair.”
“I’m not into pain.” He kissed her brow. “Are you into pain?”
“Not especially.”
“Well, that works well for both of us, doesn’t it?”
She grinned at him, and she let out a breath. “How long has it been since you—well, since you slept with someone?”
“Six months,” he said.
He’d had plenty of volunteers, but he’d rather jerk off in the shower than have another meaningless fuck. Most guys would give their left nut to have scores of women at their beck and call, or better yet, women who came right out and propositioned him on a regular basis. He was ready for something more, a relationship that meant something. They both knew this couldn’t last, but he wanted her anyway.
“It’s been a year for me.” She rolled onto her back and looked up into his face. “Bad breakup.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
She looked a little surprised. “I’m naked, you’re naked—isn’t this usually not a great time for a detailed conversation about previous relationships?”
He moved the bangs out of her eyes with one hand. He rolled onto his back and pulled her into his side, wrapping one big arm around her.
KENDALL RESTED AGAINST a chest that looked like it was carved from granite. Warm, clean-smelling, golden-toned granite with springy, coarse dark blond chest hair and light-brown, flat nipples. He reached one hand behind his head, twirled his long hair into a low coil of sorts to get it out of the way, and wrapped his other arm around her.
“Before we talk about the stupidest man in the universe, there’s a few things I’d like to say to you. I don’t have sex without using a condom. I’m tested for STDs yearly. I stopped screwing as a recreational pursuit when I was in college. In other words, I don’t have sex unless there’s feelings involved.”
She had to smile while her fingertips explored his chest. She wanted to trail her hands over every inch of him. She moved one thigh over his leg and brushed his erection; he must have been ready to explode, but he was waiting for her. Showing up at her front door with her lost cell phone and a bouquet of flowers had just been eclipsed as the most romantic thing any man had ever done for her.
He wanted to talk first. Most guys didn’t want to talk at all, before or after. She hauled in a breath.
“I get tested with my physical every year now for the team’s insurance policy. I don’t have sex without protection, either. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was in grad school, so my number’s relatively low,” Kendall said. “I prefer sex with feelings too.”
“But you’re nervous.”
“Please tell me you’re not secretly married and have two kids and a wife in Connecticut.”
“No, I’m not and no, I don’t. I’ve never been married. I’d like to marry just once.”
She was going to rock Drew’s world, as many times as he’d like her to, and then she was going to tell him about Tony.
Kendall took a deep breath, and the clean scents of soap and the outdoors filled her lungs. That distinctive scent would always mean Drew to her. Even though he’d mentioned a subject that usually left her feeling betrayed and sad, her body was ready for what they both knew was going to happen. She’d never wanted like this before, and the only thing she was afraid of right now is that one night wouldn’t be enough to lose herself in his big, strong body.
She grabbed his face with both hands and looked into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.
“Drew McCoy, I’m going to make you the happiest man in Santa Clara right now.”
“Done,” he said. He covered her mouth with his seconds later.
She skimmed her hands over bulging biceps, an abdomen so cut she could grate cheese on it, the smoothness of his back. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, which didn’t quite fit, but seemed to make him happy. She couldn’t resist cupping his butt in both of her hands. She felt him hard against her abdomen, but he didn’t seem in any hurry to penetrate her. Mostly, she luxuriated in his long, slow, tender kisses that started a different kind of trembling. He was touching her with big, gentle hands, but she was hotter than the surface of the sun from his deep, unhurried exploration of her mouth. She wondered what was going to happen when he got around to the rest of her.
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“Drew,” she finally murmured.
“Yes?” He’d moved down and taken one of her nipples in his mouth. She gasped. “I’m guessing you like that.”
“Uh huh. Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”
She heard a low chuckle. “Let’s see if I can figure out something else you might like.”
“You must be really into kissing. Oh!”
“I am, but I like this even more.” He took her nipple back into his mouth and reached between her legs. He stroked her, wetting his fingers with her moisture. She let out a moan and arched toward him. “Easy,” he said. “Let’s take our time.”
He suckled and stroked, moving his fingers agonizingly slowly over her, close to her clitoris but not enough direct stimulation that she’d come quickly. Her heart was pounding. Heat rolled over her in waves. She spread her legs more to encourage him; he’d get close, but not quite close enough.
He took his mouth off of her nipple long enough to murmur into her ear, “I’ll bet you want me to touch you there, don’t you?”
“God, yes. I want to come! Why aren’t you letting me?”
He captured her mouth with his again, plunging his tongue into hers, and finally sliding his fingers into her, stroking in and out. Maddeningly slowly. He bumped the palm of his hand against her clitoris, sending shocks of sensation throughout her body. She writhed beneath him, tore her mouth away from his, and cried out in desperate need when he finally picked up the pace. She wrapped her legs around him as best she could to offer even more access.
He stroked as quickly as possible as he rubbed and rotated the heel of his palm over the most sensitive nerves in her body. His voice was low and dark in her ear.
“I can’t wait to watch you come, Kendall.”
She felt the pull of sensation, the skittering prickling over her skin, the first contractions of a massive orgasm. She let out a shriek as stars burst behind her eyelids. Her heart was pounding, her body felt like fire, and she tried to catch her breath.
His fingers were still moving, but his touch now was tender, soothing. She could still feel the ripples of the orgasm throughout her body, and she heaved a sigh.
“That was unbelievable.”
His lips curved into a smile.
“Where did you learn that?” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“I . . . I . . . are you always . . . how did you DO that? I usually have to use a vibrator to get anywhere close, and . . . oh, God.”
His eyes locked onto hers. He looked happy. Even more, he looked a little bit proud of himself. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Other than the part in which you made me beg—”
“You’re not mad at me, are you?” He kissed the middle of her forehead. “Delayed gratification can be a good thing.”
“I thought my head was going to explode.” She grabbed his wrist and placed his hand flat on her abdomen so he could feel the continuing waves of sensation. “Feel that?”
He was quiet for a moment.
“I’ve never had a woman demonstrate what I did to her before,” he said. He gazed into her eyes. “It’s hot.”
She rolled onto her other side, scrabbled in the bedside table drawer, and pulled out a strip of condoms. She turned back to him, waving it teasingly in front of his eyes.
“I’ll show you some delayed gratification, Mr. McCoy.”
“Is that so? What did you have in mind?”
She pushed him onto his back, ripped one of the condoms off of the strip, opened it, and rolled it over his still-erect penis.
“Watch and learn,” she joked. She straddled him, balancing herself with flattened palms on his abdomen. He grabbed her hips. She bent over him, capturing his mouth with hers. She stroked his tongue with hers while grinding herself against his penis. She played with his nipples, and she was rewarded with a groan of pleasure.
She tore her mouth off of his for a few seconds. He sat up, gripping her upper arms in both hands. He tried to push her onto her back. She wasn’t having any of it. It was his turn to beg, and she was going to make it happen. His eyes were almost black with arousal. His breathing was ragged. His erection was inches from where they both wanted it. She wondered how much more he could take before his superior strength won out, he flipped her onto her back, and plunged inside.
“You want me?” she whispered.
“Jesus, yes. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything? What are you willing to do?”
“You thought that orgasm was big. Wait until you find out what I’ve got for you now.”
“You are such a sweet talker,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“Kendall. Let me in, for God’s sake. I have to have you.”
“How badly?” she said.
He groaned again. She felt his fingertips biting into her hips as he pulled her up to her knees.
“Ride me,” he hissed. “Fuck my brains out.”
Oh, she would. She reached to position him, and she sank half an inch onto him. He let out a long, harsh breath. “Want more?”
He said something unintelligible, and she sank another half an inch onto him. She could feel the head of his penis sliding into her, and she raised up and down on her knees a couple of times for the hell of it. He pulled her down a little more onto him. She wasn’t sure how long it took while she teased him and moved down a fraction of an inch at a time but finally, he was seated inside her, and his hands guided her into a rhythm that worked for both of them.
Up and down, up and down, and she gasped for breath. She felt his fingers stroke through her wetness again, and he applied his thumbs to the opening between their bodies. He tried some direct pressure this time, and she couldn’t control her gasps.
“Ride me. Harder,” he said. She increased the tempo, and his groans increased too. “Shit, that feels good. More.”
She heard their bodies slapping against each other, and the bed moving with his thrusts. She could feel the tell-tale rushing in her head of an oncoming orgasm. Her body gripped him, and sweat poured off of her in the cool room. She was gasping, her body was shuddering around him, and fireworks burst behind her eyelids.
He let out a shout, and she felt him thrust up into her even faster. They were racing to the end. It didn’t matter who got there first; they were both going to the same place. Her world burst into unbearably intense sensation as the orgasm took her over. She forced herself to open her eyes and watched his face convulse as he came.
Sweaty and sated, she slumped onto his chest. He was sweating too. He was trembling. His arms surrounded her as his lips brushed her hair. They were both silent while she tried to catch her breath.
A few minutes later, Drew’s breathing was deep and regular. He’d fallen asleep. She wasn’t sure why she was disappointed by this. He still held her close and didn’t seem to mind the fact she was lying on top of him, so it wasn’t all bad. She shifted a little.
“Sweet dreams,” she whispered.
She felt the rumble of his voice. “I’m not asleep. I’m very, very relaxed, though.” He stretched a little. “That was incredible.”
Her momentary unhappiness dissolved into a starburst of elation. “I enjoyed it.” She could lie on him all night, but he might like to take a deep breath. “Maybe I should move off of you so you’re more comfortable.”
He let out a snort. “I’m fine if you are, Kendall.” He pulled her into his side and reached over her head for the mini-carafe of filtered water and clean drinking glass she kept on her nightstand. “Want some water?”
They took turns sipping out of the water glass. He propped himself up on one elbow.
“Are you hungry yet?”
“Nope,” he said. “I believe I promised you a little chat, and I’m too comfortable right now to leave your bed.”
“Ahhh. That’s right.” Kendall was sated and happy in her post-orgasmic haze. She really didn’t want to spoil a wonderful evening with any discussion about her ex, but it
was time to come clean. “Once upon a time, there was a woman who chose the wrong guy to date.”
He tipped her chin up with one finger. “Weren’t you dating Tony Kelly?”
Her mouth dropped open. She felt the surge of embarrassment all over her body. Oh, God. “How did you know that?”
“My agent was negotiating with his company for an endorsement for me at that time. You made quite an impression on Lance. He said, and I quote, ‘It’s too bad San Francisco’s director of football operations is dating such a shit. I’ll bet she has no idea about the wife and two kids he already has.’ ”
“And you didn’t sign with them.”
“Again, a better offer. I’m no choir boy, but I don’t want to associate myself and my brand with any guy who thinks he’s only married and a father when it’s convenient for him.”
“You must think I’m really gullible,” she said. “I still can’t believe I fell for him.”
“I think you were attracted to him and you didn’t know.”
“His wife called me at the office one day.”
“I’m sorry.” He shook his head and gave her another squeeze.
“It was the worst fifteen minute conversation of my life. I apologized to her. I’m always going to feel guilty. He was too good to be true, and I should have known that.” She let out a sigh. “When we played in New Jersey last season, I met her for a drink. She’d like to leave him, but she needs a job first. We’ve been working on it ever since.”
In other words, his first impression of her was correct. Instead of being so embarrassed at finding herself caught in a situation that any other single woman would do almost anything to distance herself from and shift the blame, she apologized and did her best to make some kind of amends. It was impressive.
“How’s that going?”
“Miami’s front office needs an executive assistant. She’s not going to live in a five thousand square foot house and drive a Cadillac Escalade anymore on the salary, but I don’t think that matters to her. There’s also a place for her in Atlanta if she wants it. Mostly, she’s getting her ducks in a row before she makes the move.”
“That’s pretty nice of you.”
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