Page 91 of Tiger Lilies and Tight Ends

“What’s that?” she asks, and I glance up to find her staring at the dinner I had delivered to our room.

“You might not be hungry, but I’m starving. I went ahead and ordered for us.”

“But that’s a pizza box with a bottle of champagne.”

“Sounds perfect right now, don’t you think?”

Her stomach answers for us as it growls loudly, and I laugh.

“Come on, sweetheart, you had a long day. Let’s get you fed and then in bed.” I step back, hating that I have to release her, but I’m ready to get the rest of our clothes off.

Piece by piece, we strip down to our underwear. Hers are matching black, and it takes everything in me not to skip the meal and strip her bare.

“Was today everything you hoped it would be?” I ask her, scooting back against the headboard with the box in my lap. She matches me, placing us thigh to thigh.

“It was,” she says, taking a sip of her drink. I had to have champagne. After all, we are celebrating. “I’m not naive enough to think it will be a smooth transition. People will most likely have something to say at some point, I guess that’s inevitable. But you know what?” she asks, while lowering her glass and looking at me fondly with those big gorgeous eyes that I love. “It doesn’t matter. I know who I am, my friends and family know, and at the end of the day, I just want to write stories. If people read them, that’s amazing, and if they don’t, well, they’re just missing out.”

“Amen to that.” I reach over and tap my glass against hers, and we both drink.

“Were you bored today?” she asks, picking up a slice and shoving a third of it into her mouth.

“Not at all. How could I be? I loved watching you do your thing.” I also take a bite of the pizza and moan at the taste. It’s so good.

“I’m glad. I was worried.”

“Are you kidding? Watching you is like watching my favorite movie over and over. I could never be bored. If anything, I feel honored that I got to be there today.”

She nods her head as she thinks about what I’ve said and finishes off her slice and then she shifts a little so she’s facing me more.

“What does your coach say about you being here?”

“He understands, and as long as I’m in Detroit tomorrow morning, he doesn’t have a problem. The season is long, and life happens. They’re gracious in that they realize sometimes we need a work-life balance.”

She picks up her drink and takes another sip. Her arm pushes on her boob and it pillows over the top of her bra. Not being able to help myself, I trace the line of skin that bumps up next to the fabric. I hear her inhale, and it sends the blood moving through my body. In return, she runs her fingertips from my shoulder down over my bicep to the crease in my elbow. Not needing any more encouragement, I set the box on the nightstand, then pull her to straddle me.

The room is quiet as we take our time tracing each other, feeling the way each body is shaped differently. My fingers draw lines over her ribs, under her boobs, around her nipples, and then path upward over her chest to her neck. Her fingers trace the muscles in my shoulders, arms, abs, and then finish by running down the strip of hair that leads from my belly button to the waist of my underwear.

“Come to Detroit with me tomorrow?” I whisper, reaching behind her to undo her bra clasp.

“Really?” she asks, surprised.

“Yeah, it’ll be a long day, as we’re flying home after the game, but I’d love for you to be there.” I slowly pull it off her arms, then drop it to the floor.

“I’ll need to book a flight,” she says, arching her back and sliding her center over me as I palm her breasts.

“I have the chartered plane in the morning, so just hop on that with me. I’ll get you a hotel room to rest in until the game. I talked to Camille, and she said you could ride home with them on her grandfather’s plane.” I lean forward, tuck a piece of hair behind her ear where she tilts her head into the touch, and then I run my tongue over her nipple and suck it between my lips.

“Okay. I’ll go,” she whispers at the same time as I dip my hand into the back of her underwear, urging her to rock against me. She feels so damn good I have to breathe through my nose to maintain control of myself.

“I’m glad. I just don’t want to be apart from you yet,” I tell her, feeling vulnerable at the admission. But I know my thoughts and feelings are safe with her, and as we move into this next phase, she’ll be gentle with me.

“Well, Mr. Quinn, it’s your lucky day because I feel the same,” she says, rising to her knees to pull off her underwear and kick them to the floor.

Using that moment, I also pull down my boxer briefs to free myself. Lily smiles at me conspiratorially before she bends over and licks me base to tip. A burst of ecstasy races throughout my body, and I groan, my hands finding her hair. When she takes me in her mouth, her wet heat envelops me, and it’s almost too much. I can’t do it, not after this past week, and I gently lift her to bring her back to my lap.

“Another time, I will gladly fuck your mouth, but right now, I just need you. All of you.”

I line us up, and slowly she sinks down bringing us eye to eye.