Understanding hit me and I smiled widely. “I love you. I’ve loved you since you were first drafted.”
“You must have been in what, junior high?”
“Yep, you cradle stealing pervert. But way back then I just loved Trip Butler the baseball pitcher. Now I realize it wasn’t love at all, but lust. And I’m truly madly in love with Alfred Butler.”
Trip picked me up and carried me to the bed as I let my hands roam over his chest. His mouth sucked on my neck as he came down right on top of me.
I wrapped my legs around him and held him tight, wanting to keep him where he was. With impatient hands I grabbed the hem of Trip’s shirt and yanked on it until he removed his magical lips from my neck and lifted up enough so I could take it off. I threw his shirt somewhere, focusing on the bare abs I had been stroking since the living room. Trip moved to kiss me again, but I thrust my hands up to keep him from coming back.
“Let me touch you.” My voice was husky as I roamed over his physical perfection.
Trip nodded and lay next to me, his hands under his head as my fingers explored him. With a steady hand I traced the grooves and lines of his stomach and chest. Trip’s breath came out in short pants and his stomach jumped when I found certain sensitive spots.
My hand dipped below his jeans and brushed the waistband of his underwear. Trip’s hand flew out from behind his head and gripped my wrist. “My turn.”
Trip whipped my shirt and sports bra off with impressive speed. My arms went to cover myself, but Trip shook his head.
“You have a choice, darlin. Hold on to the headboard or put them behind your head.”
My jello-ish arms drew behind my head as Trip’s gaze roamed over my naked flesh. Without even touching me he had me in a quivering mess.
Trip’s hand moved over my stomach, tracing the grooves like I’d just done to him. His head descended and I yelped when I felt his wet tongue trace the path his fingers had just traveled.
“I want a redo,” I breathlessly whined. “I didn’t think to use my tongue.”
Trip chuckled and looked up at me. “I promise next time you can do whatever you want to me with your tongue or any other body part.”
I grabbed his head and pushed it back to my stomach, silently agreeing to his terms. Trip nibbled on my naked flesh, making it quiver and jump under him. He slowly made his way up.
“Breathe, McKenna.”
Air whooshed out as Trip’s lips landed on my erect nipple and sucked. My body bucked at the sensation, but Trip held on tight, pulling it in his mouth and letting his tongue circle it.
A calloused hand skimmed up my body until it caressed my other breast. His fingers teased the sensitive peak as his mouth worked over the other one.
My hips shot up as I wrapped my legs around him, needing him to help rid the ache he was causing. Trip pressed down into my center and a shocked moan ripped past my lips.
Releasing my nipple with a pop, he winked at me before moving back down my stomach. His tongue and teeth did wondrous things to my bare skin as they traveled toward my jeans.
I held my breath as he released the button and pulled the zipper down. “I suggest holding on to the headboard, darlin’. And don’t forget to breathe. That’s your only job.”
“Okay,” I answered, moving my shaky limbs until they held on to the headboard like he told me to.
Trip’s long, magical fingers glided down my legs as he pulled my jeans and underwear down. He stopped when he encountered a roadblock known as my sneakers.
“How the hell did you tie these things?”
“It’s a special knot I learned online when I was researching how to keep Norah’s shoes tied.”
“That’s it, you’re only allowed to wear flip-flops from now on,” he demanded after working on the laces without success.
“It’s a good knot, right?” I leaned over to show him the trick to untying them.
Trip wasn’t paying any attention to my instructions when my breasts came into view. His mouth moved around them, making them hot and heavy. The task of untying my laces was forgotten as he brought me closer to the edge.
“Get your shoes off, McKenna. I need to see you.” Trip’s tone was a little more distinct than a growl as he continued to smother his face in my chest.
With difficulty, I was able to get my shoes and socks off. I grabbed Trip’s hair and brought him to my lips, kissing him as I tried to kick off my remaining clothes.
