an entire fucking night when I finally get inside her. I want her screaming my name all night long.
Anything less is unacceptable. So sex is out tonight.
But I need to feel her. I can’t wait any longer and judging by her distraction as Nick and I put the
last piece of furniture in place, neither can she. I barely notice when my brothers leave, or her
murmured thanks.
“Luis is picking us up at 10:30 to get Abigail. Until then, you’re mine.”
She gulps adorably, looking up at me with desire clear in her eyes. “W…what will we be doing?”
I grin, and it makes her swallow and take a tiny step back. I lock my muscles in place, willing
myself to stay put. There will be a time for that game later on, and you can bet I’ll make damn sure
when we play it. I’ll make damn sure she’ll love being chased. “We’ll have a bit of dinner, then after,
we can round a few bases.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but her eyes widen even more. “Not like baseball?”
“Definitely not like baseball.”
HER MOAN COMES FROM DEEP IN HER CHEST AS I SLIP HER SHIRT OVER HER HEAD AND LAY HER BACK ON
my couch. I throw it across the room and fall back into her, mouth at that freckle right above her
breast. There’s too much to admire, too much to kiss, but I’ve been dreaming about the skin hidden
below this freckle for too fucking long.
My god, the woman doesn’t disappoint. Her pale, round breasts are spilling from her basic white
bra. There’s nothing about it that’s designed to entice, but on her, it might as well be covered in
diamonds, she makes it that spectacular. They’re sagging slightly to the sides, and I can’t resist,
cupping them both, shaping them. God, everything about her is so soft, not an ounce of silicone in
sight. For a man who’s used to seeing breasts stick straight up when a woman’s laying down, this is a
revelation.
I am never going back.
Her hands attempt to cover mine. “Small,” she murmurs, blushing.
Her words startle a laugh out of me. “They’re perfect. You’re perfect. They’re still more than a
handful.” I dip my head as I run my thumb under the cup of her bra, sliding it down until her light pink
nipple pops free. I don’t hesitate, pulling her into my mouth, laving it with my tongue, then sucking
deeply. I’m rewarded by her cry, and a sharp tug on my hair.
I’ve been wearing that gel for decades, but I didn’t apply it this morning, the memory of Maya
