by Desiree Holt
Damn, Shay! Get your act together. You have work to do.
She thought of the photo of Joe Montana on her desk, hoping it would center her. It had been her most-prized possession since she was in high school. When Joe Reilly had paid little attention to her she could always count on Joe Montana to be there. At least his autographed picture. Some nights she’d hugged it to her body and told herself both Joes were equally unattainable.
But now it seemed fate had handed her the opportunity to have her dream man. She wondered idly if she could get Joe Reilly to sign a picture for her. And if he would sign it Love, Joe.
Chapter 10
“Shay?”
Joe’s voice carried back to her office where she’d been huddled by her computer all day.
“Back here,” she yelled.
He leaned against the doorjamb, arms crossed as he took in the sight of her. “Have you even been out of here since this morning?”
She blinked. “Out of here? You mean the house?”
“No, Slick, I mean the office. Have you even eaten?”
She blinked again and took in his mouthwatering image. He’d been dressed in full business attire when he left that morning for his “meetings and stuff” but somewhere on his way to her office he’d ditched the jacket and tie. His dress shirt was open at the throat and he’d rolled up the sleeves to bare his muscular arms covered with a fine dusting of hair. She barely restrained herself from jumping up and licking each arm from wrist to elbow.
Holy shit. She needed to get hold of herself.
“So did you?” he prompted. “Eat? Today?” He frowned. “Slick, are you okay?”
She gave herself a mental shake. “Sorry. Um, yeah. I ate. Sort of. I’ve just been fixated on getting these two designs done.” And doing him.
She slammed that door in her brain tight shut.
“Okay. Enough.” He walked over. Lifted one hand and put it on her mouse. “Save this, shut it down, and come with me.”
“To do what?”
“I know you grocery shopped, but I couldn’t remember what was in the fridge or freezer. And I had a feeling you’d be stuck to your computer since I left. I didn’t know if you’d want to get dressed to go out so I brought home ribs with corn bread and coleslaw.”
She sat up straighter. “From Open Pit like you said?”
“Uh-huh. But before I let you sit down at a table with me it’s off to the shower with you.” He lifted her bodily from her chair.
“Hey!” She wriggled in his grasp. “I already showered today.”
He buried his face against her neck and inhaled. “And you smell damn good, too.” His grin was one of pure lust. “But it’s always more fun to shower with a friend.”
“Wait! I have to save the document first and shut down the computer.”
“Well, get it done.”
He tilted her enough to reach the keyboard and her mouse. As soon as the screen went dark, he strode toward the bathroom.
She wound her arms around his neck. “Are you going to bathe me or something?”
His laugh vibrated through her body. “I’m going to bathe both of us, Slick. And then some.” He winked at her as he stripped. “There’s nothing like shower sex.”
“Shower sex?” Why was she just repeating his words?
“You’ll love it. Trust me.”
He stood her on her feet and peeled off her clothes, taking a moment to place a kiss on each nipple and at the hollow of her throat. By the time he reached in to turn on the shower she was already hot and wanting, just from that brief contact and the thought of what was to come.
He cupped her face, pressed his mouth to hers, and gave her a heated kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips. “I love you, Slick. Have I told you yet today?”
“I don’t think so,” she whispered. “Maybe you’d better tell me again.”
“I love you. I mean that more than you can know.”
“Love you, too,” she murmured.
A shiver raced over Shay’s body, and it had nothing to do with being naked. Well, okay, maybe being naked with Joe. Anticipating what was to come.
When Joe was satisfied the water temperature was where he wanted it, he stepped into the large shower stall, took her hand, and brought her into it with him. When he slid the door closed, steam enveloped them, and Shay wasn’t sure it was entirely due to the water. She drank in the sight of him, her gaze moving slowly from head to toe. Joe’s magnificent body glistened with drops from the spray, the curls of dark hair on his chest gleaming. Rivulets ran down his well-muscled thighs to his calves. The muscles of his arms and his abdomen stood out in stark relief.
They weren’t the only thing standing out. His cock, looking twice as big as the last time she’d seen it, pointed its darkly purple head directly at her. She couldn’t help it, she licked her lips.
“I’d rather have you use that tongue on me.” Joe’s voice was rough with need and hunger.
Shay blinked and looked up at him. The heat in his eyes nearly scorched her body. She rested her palms on his chest, leaned forward, and ran her tongue over first one nipple, then the other. She heard the hiss of his breath and felt his muscles tighten beneath his palms. Teasingly, she closed her teeth over one flat male bud, biting just enough to light a fire in his body. When she moved her mouth to the other one, he placed his palms on either side of her face and eased it away.
“Jesus, Shay. I had a hard-on all day just thinking about you. You touch me like that and I’m ready to go off like a bottle rocket.”
Her lips turned up in a satisfied smile. “Just as long as you’ve got more than one in you,” she teased.
“Oh, I’ve got a lot more where you’re concerned, Slick.” He took one of her hands and wrapped the fingers around his shaft. “It’s waiting for you right there. But I have other things in mind first.”
He poured some of her shower gel into his palm, worked it into a lather, and began spreading the soapy bubbles over her skin. His hands were light and gentle as they coasted over her shoulders, her arms, along her neck, and down to her breasts. His slippery fingers kneaded her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples. Her breathing accelerated as his fingers moved lightly over her, igniting her nerves and sending jolts of electricity through her system.
His palm was warm as he massaged the frothy gel into her tummy, pausing to trace the swirl of flesh in her navel before continuing down, farther down, to her cunt. When she widened her stance in anticipation of his fingers, he simply slid over the soft skin and knelt on the tiles. More gel, more lather, and he massaged it into her legs with infinite care. His touch was as light as a feather as it skimmed from ankle to thigh and back again. She hitched her hips forward, silently urging him to touch her there, but he just gave a low rumble of a laugh.
“All in good time, Slick. All in good time.”
Nudging her, he urged her to turn and face away from him, placing her hands on the shower wall, leaning slightly.
“Stand just like that.” He placed his mouth next to her ear. “Just. Like. That.”
He gave the same intimate attention to her back he had to her front, sliding his large hands down her spine and over the curve of her ass, down her thighs to her ankles again and back up. This time, instead of withdrawing, he slid his soapy fingers into the crevice of her buttocks, lightly rubbing the sensitive skin. When one finger pressed against her puckered opening, she sucked in her breath.
One of these days he was going to take her here. He pressed the tip of one finger to her opening, pushing just enough to breach the tight ring of muscle. Dark need consumed her, a lust unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Fire shot through her, her pussy throbbed, and she clamped down on the intrusive finger.
“Joe!” His name was almost a scream.
When he slid his finger out she wanted to cry out in protest. But then he turned her around, cleaned his hands and soaped them up again. Kneeling before her, he turned his attention to her very needy cunt. The
feel of his slippery, soapy finger running the length of her slit made her knees weak and sent heavy vibrations pulsing through her. He paused to touch her clit, just brushing back and forth across the tip, but he might as well have been using a live wire to touch her. She closed her eyes, letting every sensation wash over her, moaning low in her throat at Joe’s erotic touch.
When he thrust two fingers into her, she lurched forward, catching herself with her hands on his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his slick flesh.
“Hold on here. I’m going to make you come. Hard.”
“Yessss.” She rocked back and forth on his hand, erotic heat blazing through her body like a fiery torch.
One of his large hands cupped a cheek of her ass, steadying her as he worked his fingers in and out of her, adding a third as her internal muscles tightened around him. He shifted the angle of his hand slightly so with every slide of his fingers his thumb also brushed across her clit.
Ohgodohgodohgod!
She could hardly stand. If not for her grip on his shoulders she would have fallen to the slippery tile. Steam from the rain mist showerheads billowed around them, carrying the peachy fragrance of her shower gel.
The orgasm started low inside her, unraveling like a tightly wound coil of steel as it surged into every nerve in her cunt. Her legs shook, her breath caught, and she lost all sense of self, of time and place, as Joe coaxed an even higher and hotter response from her. She sucked in her breath when she teetered on the edge of release, but he eased her down despite her moaning protest. Again he took her up and again he backed off. Three times he brought her to the brink until she was sobbing, begging him to let her come.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice rasping in her ear.
“Yes. Oh, yes. Please.”
“Okay.” He pinched her clit hard, triggering the tidal wave of sensation.
“Joe!” The cry escaped her in a sound so guttural she didn’t even recognize it as coming from her.
“That’s it. Let it come. Let go. Let it come now.”
Did he think she could stop it? Her entire body shuddered as if a giant fist shook her and the muscles in her pussy spasmed again and again. Joe kept up the motion of his fingers and thumb, riding her through the storm. Tremors shook her, the intense orgasm robbing her of breath. If he didn’t have his arm wrapped around her to steady her, she would have collapsed to the wet floor.
At last, boneless, gasping for breath, heart thudding against her breastbone, she melted into Joe’s embrace. He smoothed her wet hair back from her face, peppered wet kisses over her cheeks.
“We’re not done yet, you know.” His breath blew against her skin.
Shay lifted her gaze to his face. “What? How—”
“My turn,” he whispered, lifting her up.
He placed her on the seat built against one of the short walls of the shower, pulled a condom she hadn’t even known was there from the shelf holding shower products, and before she could blink had himself fully sheathed. Then he picked her up as if she weighed nothing.
“Spread your legs, Slick,” he whispered.
When she did he positioned her and slowly lowered her onto his rock-hard cock, one incredible inch at a time. When he was fully seated inside her he let out a long, steadying breath.
Shay wound her arms around his neck, anchoring herself, clamping down on the thick rod inside her. God, he felt good. She’d have sworn she didn’t have another orgasm in her, that she needed more time to recover. But the moment the head of Joe’s cock bumped the mouth of her womb, her nerve endings in every erogenous zone stood up and did a happy dance.
“So good.” His voice was a low growl. “So hot. So sexy. I could fuck you forever, darlin’.”
Cupping her ass with his hands, he let out a slow breath and began a steady rhythm, driving in and out of her, the sound hot and wet. Shay closed her eyes and hung on tight, letting the sensation build in her again. They didn’t need words. They let their bodies speak for them and the unspoken words were loud and clear.
Over and over he thrust inside her, the thickness of his shaft rubbing the sensitive walls of her channel. Every time he slammed into her the nest of curls on his groin abraded her sensitized clit. God, she was close to the edge again. It shocked her to discover he could coax another response like this from her this quickly.
“Joe?” She pressed down on him as hard as she could, arms tight around his wet neck.
“Yeah, me, too. Jesus.” Suddenly his body tensed and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass. “Go with it, Shay. Go with it now.”
The explosion matched the force of a fireworks display, powerful and bright and gripping, invading every bit of her body. Joe shuddered from head to toe, every muscle spasming. She couldn’t do anything but hang on for dear life until the violence of the storm passed. Finally Joe lifted her from his body and moved enough to place her on the seat again. Almost in slow motion he turned off the shower, opened the door, and pulled her out onto the bath mat with him.
She was surprised he had the strength to dry them both off. Wrapping a towel around her, he lifted her, despite his depleted condition, and carried her to the bed. When she lay stretched out on the sheets, he crawled in next to her.
“My hair,” she murmured. “It’s soaking wet.”
“You can fix it later. Besides,” he managed to joke, “I like the wet, bedraggled look.” He pulled her against his body and tucked her damp head beneath his chin.
Shay snuggled her body against his, pressing her backside into his—what the hell?—once more hardening cock. Lord, did that thing never rest? A low rumble in her stomach reminded her they hadn’t eaten.
“Food,” she mumbled. “Ribs.”
Joe’s low laugh vibrated against her. “I think the ribs will have to wait. I don’t think I have the strength to chew right now.”
She let out a soft sigh. “Me, either, I guess.”
“Nap first.” He cupped her breast with one large warm hand, fingers lightly grasping the nipple. Just when she was sure he’d fallen asleep he kissed the lobe of her ear. “Love you, Slick.”
A feeling of incredible warmth surged through her. “Love you, too, Joe.”
She smiled, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 11
Joe stripped off his jacket and tie as soon as he entered the house and dropped them in his bedroom along with his briefcase. He’d spent the day in more business meetings about both the fundraiser and the Coaches Conference meeting coming up on Monday. He was more than ready for some downtime with Shay.
Shay.
Falling in love was bigger than he’d ever imagined it would be. And with Shay? It was like getting the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. At first he’d astonished himself at how fast this thing with her happened, until he realized he’d probably been half in love with her for a long time, even though they hadn’t seen each other since they were kids except the one time. Now he was convinced fate—or maybe Hank Beckham—had a hand in this. Whatever, he was going to grab onto it with both hands and not let go. Because what he felt for Shay was lasting and real and solid.
Today as he’d gone about his meetings he was smacked by the thought in less than a week he’d be finished here in San Antonio. The fall season would be starting soon and he had obligations to fulfill, beginning with his program. His career. He had to sit down and talk to Shay about what came next. Moving to San Antonio wouldn’t be practical for him, but would she uproot herself to come to Houston with him? Would she believe they’d reached that stage in their relationship yet? He’d told her he loved her. Now he realized he wanted to marry her, but had he proven himself to her enough that she’d accept his proposal?
Shit. Why did things have to be so complicated?
Well, whatever. There was very little time left to figure it out so he’d better get his brain busy.
As usual, Shay was in the den at her computer, concentrating hard.
“Shay?” He sa
id her name softly, trying not to startle her.
“What?” She jerked her head up. “What time is it?” She looked at the clock on her computer. “Holy crap. It’s after six o’clock.” She leaned back in the chair and blew out a breath.
Okay, this was getting to be a habit.
“I think you need a keeper, Slick. This is the second time I’ve come home and found you all wrapped up in your work. I get it that you have to concentrate. I know the feeling.” He tugged on her ponytail and when she tilted her head back pressed a brief kiss to her lips. “And again, I’ll bet you didn’t eat today. Right?”
“Um, I’m sure I did.” She wrinkled her forehead. “I just can’t remember what.”
“You definitely need a caretaker.” Joe laughed. “Time to shut down for the night. I thought about taking you out to grab a bite but I’ve had a long day and the evidence tells me you did, too. I opted to pick up fresh sandwiches from your favorite deli and a six-pack of Lone Star. Let me get out of these clothes and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” He took a slow breath. “There’s some stuff I want to run by you, too.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “Run by me? Sounds pretty ominous.”
Way to go, slug. Very romantic.
“Not at all. In fact, probably just the opposite. I mean—” How did he suddenly get so tongue-tied? “It’s good. Very good.” He hoped.
“If you say so. But I want to show you something first. Come here.” She crooked a finger at him.
He walked over to stand behind her, eyes widening at what he saw. “You created the Facebook page. Wow! It looks terrific.”
She’d designed a banner that incorporated a version of the Coyotes logo as well as a graphic of the championship trophy. Somehow she’d worked in an animation of two guys throwing a football back and forth.
“How the hell did you do that?”
She flexed her fingers and gave him an impish grin. “Talent, of course. Lots of talent.”