Page 81 of Wildflowers and Wide Receivers

Instantly needing more, I yank up my shorts and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals as I smack her on the ass and take off for her room. I have to pick Vivi up at five, so we’ve got some time for a round two, maybe even a round three.

“I think I like you getting off work early,” I tell her as I toss her onto the bed and reach for her shorts.

“I think I like you being available whenever I want,” she teases back as she shimmies out of her shirt and her bra.

“Whenever you want, huh?” I ask, leaning over her.

“Yes.” She smiles up at me, then hooks me around the neck to pull me to her and kisses me.

Yanking my shirt over my head, I lie back down on top of her and soak up the feel of her warm skin against mine. She smells like candy, and she tastes just as good.

“What is this scar here?” I ask her, running my tongue over the small silver line just under her jaw.

“Roller-skating, I fell,” she whispers as she pushes my shorts down and hooks her foot into them to drag them off.

“How old were you?” I mumble, moving my lips lower to the middle of her chest.

“Eight.”

“I think I would have liked to have known you when you were eight,” I tell her as I drag my tongue from one breast to the next.

She laughs. “I was a very studious child. Loved to read, and I wore glasses.”

“No glasses now?” I glance up at her.

“No. Lasik,” she says, running one foot over the back of my leg.

“You do have beautiful eyes.” Eyes that are happy I’m here. Eyes that are hungry for what I’m about to do to her.

“So do you.” Her hands wrap around my head, and her thumbs run under each eye once and then over each eyebrow. “Your lashes are so long, I’m envious.”

“You can have them. I’ll go without,” I tell her, nuzzling my face against her skin.

She giggles.

“Come here.”

Climbing up higher, I wrap my hands around her face and do the same to her, under her gorgeous eyes and then over her eyebrows. She’s watching me, and since we’re so close, I swear she can see straight down into my soul.

Her hands run over my lats and down to my butt, where she pushes, trying to get me closer.

“Impatient?”

“Desperate.”

Now I can’t have that. Rocking my hips forward, I push inside, and a small gasp escapes her. She draws her legs up next to my hips, opening herself up more, and I pull back only to sink in farther. She feels so good. My lips drop to hers, and slowly, I mimic the movement of my hips with my tongue. In and out. Deep and shallow. In and out. Deep and shallow. I want her to come undone for me like I have for her. Undone in every way.

“Jonah,” she whispers, and I don’t need to be told anything more. I know what she needs, and I shift to make it happen. With my hands under her hips and my mouth savoring her skin, her whole body sings for me. I listen to her melody. I keep the beat, and as her song crescendos, I do the same. How could I not?

I will never get enough of this.

I will never get enough of her.

With no words being said, I set my alarm. I wrap my body around hers, tucking us in, and almost instantly, the two of us fall asleep.

I’m so content, and I know deep down I’m so in love.

In love with her.