I threw my head back and laughed, my body shaking. The sexual nature aside, it wasn’t something the Kodi I knew would say. But it wasvery muchthe thing the Kodi I know now would say. And that reminder that I was learning more about her made my heart warm.
I pressed a kiss to her cheek before pulling her away from the wall to continue to the bedroom.
“Yes, all of that is clear. You?”
“Uh-huh,” she whimpered, arm wrapping back behind my neck so she could pull herself tighter against me.
“And you want this?” I asked, pausing as we reached the door of my bedroom.
“Olli,” she groaned in frustration. She moved her hands to my collar and yanked so my lips met hers for a sloppy, heated kiss that would have made my knees buckle if not for all my years training specifically to stay on my feet. “I don’t just want this, I fuckingneedit. And if I was just a little less horny, I’d appreciate the check in and consent. But honestly any delay to skin-to-skin contact is annoying at this point.”
I kissed her neck, just under her ear, and stepped into my room, crossing a line that I had thought I’d never even get close to.
“Now.” I paused at the foot of my bed, lowering Kodi down, appreciating the curves of her body pressed against mine. Then, when her ass hit the bed with a soft bounce, I asked, “Where do you want me to start?”
Looking down at her on my bed, I was truly at a loss for where to begin. There were so many options and I wanted them all equally badly.
“Oh.” Kodi’s face went red. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and her shoulders straightened, a new sort of confidence sharpening her eyes as they raked over my body. “Well, where did you start when you imagined fucking me while you touched yourself?”
“What?” I stammered, about to take a step back, but was stopped by Kodi hooking her fingers around my belt loops.
“You don’t have to be shy, I did it, too.”
“You did?” The idea of Kodi, alone in her bed, touching her sweet cunt to thoughts of me short-circuited my brain. I was suddenly too fucking hard tothink.
I leaned down to crash my mouth against hers, kissing her with abandon, noting how she melted under the force and a little sigh left her mouth.
“I haven’t touched myself since we met again.” I crawled onto the bed, knees on either side of her as I gently pushed her down. “And I sure as hell haven’t let myself think about what I’d do with you if I ever got you in my bed. It was too much, I couldn’t allow myself to do that.”
“Oh.” The color on her cheeks darkened, the teasing confidence gone. “I did. A lot.”
“A lot?” I kissed her again, this time letting my teeth pull at her lower lip as I moved back. “How many times?”
“I plead the fifth,” she said, eyes rolling to the back of her head as I lowered my body on top of her. And when I grabbed her wrists in one hand and pinned them over her head, she gasped and lifted her hips to grind against my cock.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“Um.” Her eyes fluttered as she thought and I lifted my hips away from her, thinking that’d get me an answer quicker. But instead, it made her whine and raise her hips to follow mine. “Olli, you’re being mean.”
“No, you’re being mean.” I thrust my pelvis back down, pinning her to the bed. “Tell meeverything. I wanna know how many times you came thinking about me. What you imagined. All of it. And none of our clothes are coming off until you do.”
Kodi’s bottom lip pouted and I nipped at it.
“Ugh, at least a couple times a week since I started.”
I rewarded her honesty with a lick of the bite before moving to kiss her cheek, then her jaw, making a path down to her neck.
“More.”
“It started with … uh, angry fantasies? Like you were being a dick, overworking me, so I’d picture telling you off and you’d snap and kiss me. Or you’d ask how to get my forgiveness.”
I twisted my tongue in little circles over her collar bone. “And how would I do that?”
“Mostly by going down on me. In the office or the locker room.”
I let my head fall into the nape of her neck, overwhelmed by the thought of eating her out at all, let alone in the fucking locker room. If we waited a solid thirty minutes after a game, most everyone would be gone and as long as we were quiet —
“But you don’t have to do that tonight,” she said suddenly and my head snapped up. I stared at her, so enraged at the idea ofnottasting her that it felt like steam would puff out of my nose.
