Page 65 of Out of Bounds

Circling his hips, he withdrew from her until only the tip of his dick was left inside her. Another moan came from her, as he teased her entrance with the head, wanting to make sure she was ready for him. She thrust her hips, trying to get him in deeper, apparently having had enough of his teasing.

“You want more, baby?”

“Yes…please…” she pleaded.

The desperate look in her eyes told him just how badly she wanted it, and it matched his own feelings. Sliding back in, he let out a groan, the sound reverberating off the walls. Picking up the pace slightly, he kissed her again, wanting to be connected to her on multiple levels. Felicity tilted her hips upward, meeting him thrust for thrust, as her tongue found his. Their bodies found the perfect rhythm of thrusts and grinds, moans and whimpers, hands and mouths everywhere all at once.

But it wasn’t enough. He needed to be closer to her still. He needed to find a way to experience all of this while his arms were wrapped around her. Slowing down his movements, he guided her legs around his waist and maneuvered his arms underneath her back, drawing her in close.

“What…” she began to ask, before he cut her off with a kiss.

When he was sure she was fully wrapped around him, he pulled her upward, sitting back on his haunches. Felicity tightened her grip around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest. He thrust into her, hard and fast, unable to control himself.

“Oh fuck, right there,” she whimpered.

He thrust again, this time harder, eliciting another moan from her. Felicity threw her head back, her face scrunched in ecstasy, fueling Gunnar to continue this new pace. He wanted to watch her fall apart in his arms, be there to catch her as she gave in. Loosening his grip on her, he leaned down and flicked her nipple with his tongue, earning him another appreciative noise. She was close—he could feel it—and right about now he would do whatever it took to get her there. As if she could read his mind, she reached between them, her hand making her way to her clit. It was his turn now to let out a groan. Watching her take control like that, knowing what she needed, was seriously fucking sexy.

“Gun…shiittt…I’m gonna…” she screamed, her climax hitting her.

He felt every ounce of her orgasm take hold of her body, from the muscles tightening in her back, her legs squeezing him tighter, to the way her pussy clamped down on his cock. If that wasn’t enough to draw his own orgasm from him, the look on her face and the sounds she was making were more than enough to push him over the edge. It rocketed through him harder than he’d ever felt, slowing down his thrust slightly but not entirely as Felicity’s pussy continued to spasm around him. It was a moment that seemed to last forever and was still somehow over too soon.

The sound of their heavy beathing was the only thing to fill the room for a long moment, as they both recovered from their powerful climaxes. Felicity’s head fell forward, and she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. Her breath tickled against his skin, the heat from her body contrasting against its coolness. He ran his hand along her hair absentmindedly, their bodies heaving together in time. He wanted to stay like this forever, just holding her. Forget the rest of the world—the only thing that mattered was him and her, just like this.

Felicity sat up, leaning back against his arms that were holding her in place. Her eyes were shiny, like she was fighting back tears. He watched as she swallowed hard.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked. His heart ached, thinking that she was upset. What had happened? Was that not as good for her as it had been for him? If he’d done something to hurt her, he was never going to forgive himself.

“I…” she sucked in a breath. “This…us…”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t say it,” she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb, his heart starting to soar as he took in the love in her eyes. She might not be able to say it, but he knew exactly what she was feeling.

Because he was feeling it too.

“It’s okay, Felicity,” he assured her. “You don’t have to say it. I get it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Cause…me too.”

“You too?”

He kissed her softly, showing her exactly what they were struggling to put into words. She sighed, placing her forehead against his.

“Me too.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

If Felicity had ever woken up in a better mood, she couldn’t remember it. Everything around her seemed like a Disney movie—the sun was shining, the birds were singing, all of the players showed up to breakfast on time, and only one or two of them were hungover. But most importantly, she was in lo—no, she wasn’t going to use that word. That word was just too much, and it was way, way too soon. But damn if she wasn’t feeling something very close to that word. And Gunnar was feeling it too, which only made everything she was feeling that much more intense.

“I have to meet Talia for lunch,” Gunnar said to her as the last of the players deplaned. Their early morning flight back from Texas had been a little rough on the players, many of whom were operating on only a few hours of sleep, but had meant they’d landed back in Atlanta just before lunchtime, giving them the rest of the day to nap. “But sushi Sunday tonight?”

Felicity didn’t even bother trying to suppress the joy that radiated through her at his question. Knowing that he not only wanted to spend time with her, but that he also knew her rituals made her light up inside. If she wasn’t careful, she could get addicted to this feeling.

“I like the sound of that,” she said, with a waggle of her eyebrows.

“Hey, Coach,” Liam said, working his way down the aisle to where she and Gunnar were still sitting.