Page 42 of A Scoring Chance
“Never.” I cup her cheek, parting her lips with my tongue for the millionth time. Everything about today was unexpected but perfect.
I don’t know how they do it in the movies, but kissing while moving is hard. Somehow, we make it out of the park and across the street to my condo. I concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other, but we move at a snail’s pace.
“What if someone sees us?” she asks as I press her against the driver’s side door of my truck, pushing against my chest. “I don’t want to cause you any trouble.”
I can taste our shared breath and feel the thud of our combined heartbeats as I release her legs, allowing her delicious body to slide down mine. “No matter what you do, you’d never cause me trouble.”
“But reporters. And…” Her voice trails off as my tongue slides across her lip before pressing a small lingering kiss to the corner.
“No need to worry. No one knows where I live, and the doorman at my building is professional and discreet, but you’re right.” My eyes clench shut as I try to regain some of my composure.
Although the risk of reports or even fans seeing us is slim, there is still a chance. She doesn’t pay attention to sports, but there are plenty of residents in Redwood Falls that do. The last thing I want is for her to be accosted in the grocery store or trapped in her home because someone wanted their fifteen minutes of fame.
We need time to figure out what this is between us, and, more importantly, she needs time to tell Darius and her family. Momma would be gutted if she found out the news about me being with anyone, let alone someone she may know, from thenewspaper or a celebrity news report on television. But I don’t want to rush things. Right now, this is about her and me.
With herculean effort, I drop a kiss on her forehead and step away. “You better move fast, Beauty. I don’t know how long I can keep my hands off you.”
She threads her fingers through mine. “The feeling is mutual.”
Without hesitating, I pull her toward the front door of my condo. The sliding doors open, and we stroll inside, making a beeline for the elevator.
“Afternoon, Mr. Hendrix.” Stanley, the doorman, tips his hat at me but doesn’t say another word. I have a feeling he knew we were coming.
No matter. I meant it when I told Beauty he was discreet. I don’t make a habit of bringing women back to my place, but the few times it has happened over the years, it never made it into the papers. I’d like to think that has a lot to do with Stanley.
“Afternoon.”
Ramona giggles as I lift her into my arms, heading directly into the open elevator doors and pressing the button for the third floor.
As soon as the doors close, my lips are on hers again. The moments we were separated felt like pure agony. We both sigh in satisfaction as our lips press against each other’s. Her chest is pressed tightly against mine, trapping her arms between our stomachs. She nudges her nose against mine, our mouths pressing together with slow, unhurried kisses.
I try to force my eyes to remain open to memorize every freckle on Beauty’s face. The way her eyes light in mischief before she presses her lips to mine, because this might be the only chance I get to be this close to her and I’m damn sure not about to waste it.
I know too well how everything can change in the blink of an eye. How a perfect day could be ruined by a selfish act, changing everyone’s lives. I’d never recover if I hurt Ramona, possibly destroying whatever semblance of a life I’ve cobbled together since Dad died, leaving me to take on the world for everyone in my family.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I feel her entire body shudder as she lifts her hips, dragging the seam of her pants across my cock.
I don’t respond immediately, sliding my hand up the back of her thighs, my fingertips sliding beneath the fabric of her sweater, brushing my fingers across her skin. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her entire body trembles in my arms as I slide my hand up her neck, grasping the hairs at the base of her neck and tugging her head back. “I seriously doubt that’s what you had to say, Hendrix.”
“That’s all that matters,” I respond, my mouth finding hers and silencing any need for further words just as the elevator dings and the door opens.
I stride toward my front door, pressing her against it. Her body molds against mine, and I groan in frustration. The need to feel her bare skin against mine is almost overwhelming. I ground my bulging erection against the seam of her pants, searching for just a little relief.
“Are we going to head inside? I’d rather not get arrested for indecent exposure.” She giggles against my lips, unwrapping her legs from around me.
Without taking my hands off her, I spin her around and pull her perfect ass against my cock. Sneaking my hand under her shirt for the second time, my thumb finds her bare skin as I lean down and whisper in her ear, “4-1-2-1-9-5-6.”
Her hands are trembling as she tries and fails to put in the numbers. “You’re making it very hard to concentrate.”
“You’re making it very hard not to take you right here against my front door. Damn the public indecency.” I nibble down her neck, grinding into her ass as she whimpers. The sounds echo around the empty hallway as I grip her hand, helping her to press in the correct code before opening the door and tumbling inside. The floor isn’t the optimal location for all the things I want to do to her, but beggars can’t be choosers.
I grab both her hands, sweeping them above her head and pinning them in place. “Now be a good girl and keep your hands right here.” The words slip out before I can stop them, but I’m not ashamed I said it. I have no idea what, if any kinks, Ramona might have, but I’m open to trying anything once.
“Why should I do that?” Her legs open wider, allowing my body to slide between them as she bites her bottom lip, looking to the side to hide her expression from me. Maybe I wasn’t so off with my statement. Either way, this is something I’d rather enjoy exploring in the future.
“Because only good girls get to come. Do you want to come, Beauty?” I nip at the corner of her mouth before running my tongue along the seams.
