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"Would you go with me?"
"Sure. You should think about it, though. Tattoos are forever. I mean, sure, you can have them removed, but it's a long, painful process."
"Why would I want to have it removed?"
"You should still think about it. It also needs healing time, so don't do it while you have to tightly lace up your skates."
"Point taken. After I win gold, I'll have skates tattooed on my foot."
He could already picture that tat. "You do that. Plus, you know, it's a good goal."
"Besides winning a gold medal, you mean."
"Yeah, besides that." She swirled her foot around his chest, then lower, down his abs. When she reached his cock, she raked her toes over the shaft. He was already hard. Hell, he'd been hard ever since he'd put his mouth on her. Nothing had changed. Just looking at her gave him an erection. She looked like a water nymph leaning back in the tub, the water lapping over her breasts and nipples, reminding him what it was like to taste her.
Now he just had to bide his time until she was done tubbing, so he could slide inside of her and feel her gripping him.
Instead, she continued to rub her foot over his cock.
"I could fuck you right now," he said, leaning forward to pull her onto his lap. "But I can't put a condom on in the tub."
She reached for his cock, stroking him in a deliberately slow, torturous way. "I might still be a novice at this, but I've heard there are other ways to get off."
"Oh, you've heard, huh?"
"Yes. Like with my hand or with my mouth. Or I could even slide against you and get us both off."
Christ, she was a tease. And damn good at it, too. "Do it."
She pushed him backward and slid along his shaft, her pussy hot against his flesh as she moved back and forth over his straining flesh. She dug her nails into his chest, her gaze pinned to his, her expression one of utter pleasure.
"Oh, that feels so good," she said.
He gripped her hips as she rode his cock. The pressure of her body pressing his shaft against his stomach and the way she felt against him was all he needed. He was ready to burst.
So was Amber, because she leaned forward, let out a low moan, then rocked back and forth against him, crying out with her climax. Watching her come was a beautiful thing. He let go, spurts of come jettisoning from his cock as he shuddered through his orgasm. When Amber leaned against him, he wrapped his arms around her and smoothed his hand down her back, feeling her body tremble with the aftereffects.
Will felt Amber's heart beating against his chest. Yeah, his was rocking the beat pretty hard, too. How could it not, watching her ride him like that?
She finally sat up and smiled at him. "Well, that was fun. Now there's come in the water and I'm all sweaty."
He laughed. "Wanna take a shower?"
"Yes, let's do that."
He helped her stand, then they got out of the tub and let the water out. Will turned on the shower and they got in to do a fast wash. Will grabbed towels for them and wrapped one around Amber.
She yawned.
"Tired?"
She nodded.
"Come on." He tossed the towel on the counter, took her hand and led her to bed.
She climbed in and he wrapped himself around her. She rubbed her fingers over the "love" tattoo on his wrist.
"I like this."
"Like what?"
"This tattoo. It takes a man confident in himself to have 'love' tattooed on his body."
"I told you I believe in love, that I was surrounded by a prime example in my parents."
Amber felt the gut punch of sweet emotion. Not only had Will been nothing but nice to her since she'd met him, but he held a firm belief in love, even to go so far as to get the tattoo. She'd never known love like that, didn't have an example set before her.
"Like Telisa and Robbie," she said. "And their love story they told earlier."
Obviously, that kind of love existed.
Will tightened his hold on her. "Sweet, huh?"
She turned around to look at him. "Yes, it is. Is it like that with your parents?"
"Yeah, they're disgustingly in love, even now after all these years."
"Disgustingly?"
He laughed. "I was teasing. But yes, they kiss at the bar all the time. There isn't a day where my dad doesn't stop what he's doing to put his arm around my mom. There's never been a lack of affection. They don't hold anything back." He looked down at his wrist, where the "love" tattoo stood out. "That's why I got this. It's real and it's out there."
She sighed. "That must have been so nice, to be surrounded by all that love and affection."
"It was."
She realized how much she'd missed out on. It was hard not to feel resentful, but she couldn't blame her parents. They had to have loved each other at some point. They got married. They'd had Amber. They had stayed together. Not that being in love was necessary to continue a marriage, she supposed. Their relationship was just . . . different. Maybe her parents did love each other. They just had never shown it in a demonstrative way.
Still, how was she supposed to learn how to love romantically if it was never shown to her?
She shoved the thought aside. This wasn't the time or place to dwell on it.
Will swept his hand down her back. "What are you thinking about?"
"My parents. How they never show affection to each other."
"Maybe they just don't show it in front of you. Some people aren't comfortable with public displays of affection, even in front of their kids, so they save it for when they're alone."
"Maybe." But she knew her parents better than she knew anyone else. She just didn't think it was a "behind closed doors only" kind of relationship.
"So what's bothering you?" he asked.
"I don't know. Maybe hearing Telisa and Robbie talk about their love story, and you telling me about your parents, makes me feel that I might never know what real love is like because I never had a good example of it at home."
He played with the ends of her hair, and she realized how tactile he was. "Oh, I disagree. Despite your upbringing, and I have to admit to not knowing much about that, I think you're a woman capable of passion and a great depth of emotion."
"Really. And how would you know that?"
"Well, we've been intimate, so I know how passionate you are."
"That's just sex."
He grinned. "I've been in bed with women who aren't half as expressive as you are, Amber. You either have a loving, passionate nature or you don't. There are plenty of people out there who feel intensely, and some who don't possess the capacity for deep emotion."
She considered that. Maybe her parents were the latter. "Okay, I understand. So what you're saying is that maybe my parents just aren't the kind of people who demonstrate love in that way."
"Right. Which doesn't mean they don't feel love. You, on the other hand, are incredibly sensual and tactile and emotional. When you fall in love, Amber, it's gonna be epic."
She smiled. "Or it'll be a total hot mess since I'll have no idea what I'm doing."
"Most people who fall in love don't know what they're doing. There's no road map for it. You just . . . do it."
She studied him. "Have you ever been in love?"
He waited before answering. "Yeah. Once. Several years ago."
"And how did that go?"
His lips curved. "In the beginning, it was amazing. All these emotions boiling to the surface. Lots of passion. We couldn't get enough of each other, and not just the sex, ya know? We'd spend hours talking. We had a lot in common. We grew up in the same area; we knew a lot of the same people. We just clicked. I thought she was it for me."
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nbsp; "So what happened?"
He reached out to take her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. "My career was taking off. I got called up by St. Louis and had to move there. She was firmly planted in Chicago and building her career. She was a lawyer, working her way up at a prestigious law firm. We tried the long distance thing for a while, but after a year or so it became clear it wasn't going to work out. I wanted her in St. Louis with me, she wanted me in Chicago, and neither one of us would give, career-wise."
"She couldn't find an equally awesome job in St. Louis?"
Will shook her head. "It wouldn't be fair for me to ask her to give up her job. She was on the partner track, and she was bringing in clients worth serious money to her firm. To ask her to start over in a city where she didn't know anyone would mean taking a pay cut. Not that I couldn't afford to support both of us, but she had a pretty kick-ass job."
"And so did you."
He nodded. "Yeah. So our personal relationship suffered. In the end, we both decided it was in our best interests to cut the relationship cord."
She couldn't imagine how awful that must have been--for both of them. "That was probably really hard."
"It was. She was an amazing woman. Ending it wasn't easy on either of us, but we both felt like we were spinning our wheels."
She nodded. "That is sad. I'm sure you missed her."
"For a while, I did. I moped for a long time, until a teammate told me I needed to get off my ass and get out there again, because that relationship was over."
"Ouch. Harsh."
"But true. So I started dating my ass off. I heard from friends in Chicago she had done the same thing. It was like we had been holding on to something that wasn't there anymore just because we thought it was the right thing to do, when in reality we'd been over for a long time."
"Huh."
"Yeah. It was great when we were in love. But once we realized we weren't meant to be together, it was over. To be honest, we probably lingered too long because neither of us wanted to be the one to end it."
She flipped over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "Well now I'm confused."
"About what?"
"About how you know when you've found the one? How will I ever know? You thought you knew, and look what happened."
He teased his fingers over her stomach, unable to get enough of touching her skin. "I don't know if anyone knows, babe. My guess is when you find that right person, it all clicks and falls into place, and then no matter what happens, you're confident it'll all work out okay."
"I guess so." She rolled over to face him. "I do know this. I'm having a great time with you. And I don't think I want to fall in love, ever."
