She nods. “So, so much.”
“Then we’d better make it quick,” I say, voice rough. “Get you taken care of.”
Her eyes flash wickedly. She leans down, mouth brushing mine. One second we’re teasing; the next she’s sliding down my length in one smooth, deliberate roll of her hips that steals every coherent thought I’ve got left. In Windy Harbor, she told me she was on the pill, so we’ve already enjoyed this amazingness, but I groan into her mouth like I’m feeling her bare for the first time, and I kiss her deep. Her hands brace on my shoulders, nails biting in just enough to sting, and she starts moving. Slow at first, like she’s trying to drive me crazy, until she can’t take it slow any longer either, and she chases the rhythm that makes her breath hitch every third roll.
I sit up abruptly, arms banding around her waist, and flip us so she’s on her back beneath me. The mattress dips. She gasps—half laugh, half moan—and hooks her legs around my hips, pulling me deeper.
“Show-off,” she mutters against my jaw.
“Is this easing the ache?” I thrust harder, watching her eyes flutter shut, watching the way her lips part when I hit that spot that makes her arch off the bed. The headboard thumps once, twice—quiet enough the neighbors probably won’t complain, and loud enough that I don’t care if they do.
She reaches between us, fingers finding where we’re joined, circling herself while I drive into her. The sight of it—her touching herself while I’m buried inside her—snaps something loose in my chest. I drop my forehead to hers, breathing ragged. “Lola?—”
“Don’t stop,” she orders, voice breaking on the last word. Her free hand fists in my hair, yanking my mouth back tohers. The kiss turns frantic, teeth and tongue and desperation. I feel her start to tighten around me, that telltale flutter, and I pick up the pace, angling my hips just right and grinding against her clit with every thrust.
She comes first, her whole body locking up as she cries out against my lips. The sound rips through me. I follow two strokes later, burying myself as deep as I can and spilling inside her with a low, broken groan.
Her legs stay wrapped around me, ankles crossed at the small of my back like she’s not ready to let go yet. I kiss her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. She smiles against my skin, lazy and sated.
“What do you think?” I ask gruffly. “Did that do it?”
“For now.” She grins. “But I can’t promise how long it’ll last before I get another craving.”
“You just let me know, and I will keep you fed.”
Later, as she’s stretched out on my chest, she leans her head up. “I didn’t even ask—how did it go with Patrick tonight?”
I smirk. “Oh, he tried to pick a fight all night. I didn’t bite.” I lean in and kiss the tip of her nose. “I knew you’d be waiting for me when I got done, and I wasn’t going to let anything slow me down.”
And the rest of the story is that when he tried to get in my face about Lola, I told him I had my girl back where she belongs, and we’ve never been happier.
That shut him up.
“Something’s got you in a good mood, Whitman,” Knox says as he’s backing into the bathroom.
We’re getting ready for the Colorado game.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that too,” Roman says, moving next to me. “You got anything you want to share with us?”
I scrub my hand down my face. “Like what?” I ask innocently.
Roman snorts. “Uh, maybe like a certain woman you were photographed with at the airport the other day. A hot blonde with sick tattoos.” He bumps my arm with his. “Seriously, when were you gonna tell me?” he says under his breath.
“It’s complicated, all right? If I told you everything that’s going on, it’d make your head spin.”
“Okay, we’re cool. You’ll tell me what you want when you’re ready. But you’re okay?” he asks.
I grin and he laughs.
“Oh man,” he says.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I tell him. “I’m fucking incredible.”
He pounds me on the back. “I’m glad to hear it, man. Really glad.”
My phone rings. Daniel again. Sooner or later, I’ll have to take his calls.
But it won’t be tonight.
