“I think I’m having an out-of-body experience.”
“That’s probably normal.”
“How is that possibly normal?”
“I don’t know, but it sounds right.” He’s trying not to laugh. “Water?”
“Please. And a medical professional.”
His hand runs down my hip, and I notice he’s still completely hard against my thigh. “Besides, number four is going to be intense.”
My stomach flips. “More intense than a vibrator?”
“Different intense.” He kisses my shoulder. “When you’re ready.”
It takesme twenty minutes to feel human again. Twenty minutes of him playing with my hair, telling me about the locker room after the game, Luca’s theory that Romeo was possessed by the ghost of Wayne Gretzky.
“Gretzky’s not dead,” I point out.
“That’s what made it weird.”
“Your teammates are idiots.”
“My teammates think I promised you a yacht.”
“For five goals?”
“Apparently five goals is yacht-level achievement.”
“I don’t even like boats. I get seasick.”
“I know. That’s why I promised you orgasms instead.”
“How thoughtful.”
“I’m a giver.” His hand trails lower. “Speaking of which.”
“Already?”
“You’ve been doing that thing with your hips for the last five minutes.”
I still immediately. “What thing?”
“That little restless shift. You don’t even know you’re doing it. Up on your knees.” He rolls me onto my stomach then goes quiet. “Fuck, JuJu. You have no idea what this does to me.”
“Tell me.”
“Seeing you like this? Completely open for me? Makes me want to keep you in bed for a week.” His fingers slide through my wetness. “Makes me want to see how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop.”
“I’m not begging yet.”
“No. But you will.” One finger pushes inside me and I gasp into the pillow. “This one’s for that fourth goal. The power play redirect.”
I remember. Remember the panic mixed with arousal when I realized he was going for four.
“I was imagining you exactly like this. On your knees. Letting me do whatever I want to you.” He adds a second finger and I moan. “Think you can handle that?”
“Yes.”
