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“I know, but I’m just trying to move things along. Is it lunchtime yet?”
“You’re the one who suggested this then lunch.”
“Right. Okay, what’s your favorite?”
“Anything I don’t have to cook myself.”
“Really?” I was surprised. Not that I thought every woman liked to cook, but that she sounded so adamant about it. “Is there a specific reason for this aversion?”
“Probably because I’ve been traveling non-stop for over ten years. I never really learned, so I eat out a lot, or if I’m somewhere…remote, I rely on protein bars and jerky or others to cook meals.”
Didn’t sound like the life of a romance writer. “What type of writing do you do that has you traveling so much?”
“Ok, that’s two questions. My turn. What was your favorite memory as a ball player?”
“That’s easy. My first game as a pro. I thought I was going to throw up but once I reached the mound and turned, settled into my stance I imagined playing catch with my dad every night when he got home from work and how much he and mom sacrificed so I could play when I was a teenager, then college. Next, I looked up in the stands and there they were, about five rows back behind home plate. The crowd’s chattering, but I tune them out. The catcher throws me a couple of signs. I nod at the one I like. I let it loose and that first pitch is a strike. You’d have thought I was in a championship game. My dad jumps out of his seat, pumps his fist and my mom’s crying. We lost that game, but I spend the night walking on air. I was being paid to do the one thing I loved to do, pitch a baseball.”
I looked down to see why she was so quiet and found her staring at me with tears in her eyes. “Hey, what’s this?” I wiped away a single tear as it began to fall.
Smiling said, “You are really something aren’t you Dean Jefferson? Just when I think I’ve got you pegged as this protector type, taking care of me, you go and tell me one of the sweetest stories I’ve ever heard. You must really love your parents.”
“I do. But sweet? Don’t be spreading rumors like that about me. The bull pen will never let me live it down.”
She lifted herself onto my lap in a move so quick my head spun. And just as fast, I let out a moan as she wiggled her sweet ass against my cock, which had been patiently waiting for attention. Lucky me, I was going to see some before lunch.
CHAPTER10
NORI
There was no way I wasn’t going to let this once in a lifetime opportunity pass. Our first time together had been fast, desperate, explosive, and yes, it had me thrown me with its intensity. Now I wanted slow.
I wanted whatever Dean would give me for whatever time we had.
“No touching. Not until I say.” Pulling my shirt off, I tossed it over my shoulder, unhooked my bra, dangling it to my side before I dropped it on the floor.
Sucking in a deep breath at my strip tease, his eyes had gone wide and dark. His gaze was full of heat that had my body responding with a zing of electricity from my sensitive nipples to the rush of warmth in my core.
“You make me wet with just a look, Dean. But you’ll have to wait a few more minutes before you can dive inside. It’s my turn for a taste.” Even though it killed me, I got off his lap and wiggled out of my jeans and panties. No longer worried about him seeing all of my imperfections, stretch marks and soft belly, not after last night. I crawled back onto his lap. The move made me feel empowered, even more so when he groaned and threw his back to rest on the top of the couch.
“You—are—killing me right now, Nori.”
“Good. That’s my plan. Now arms up.” He moved swiftly, holding my gaze as I tugged his shirt over his head. Running my hands over his muscled chest, defined abdomen and up the ridges and valleys of his arms onto his broad shoulders, I was mesmerized. A little bit of drool may have escaped my mouth at the sight of his toned body. And it was all mine.
“Nori, you need to stop looking at me like that, or I’m going to break your rules, baby.”
For just a moment I wanted that too, but I quickly recovered and, moving my hands to his waist, I unzipped his jeans, freeing his thick cock. Running my fingers over it, I marveled at the velvety skin over hard steel as I pumped its width. The sounds he was making from my touch thrilled me and the thought of impaling myself on him made me wetter, hungrier, for him to be inside of me. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d already given me.
“Lift your hips.” He complied. I tugged his jeans down over hips and with strength I didn’t realize I had, I pushed the denim over his thighs and off his legs.
With nothing left between us, I sat back on his lap, stretching my legs wide. I took him back in hand and ran his cock over my clit. I watched him as his gaze locked on the space between us. He let out a low growl as I rocked against him once, then twice more.
“I’m not sure what your plan is, but I’m not sure how much longer I can last. When it comes to you, I’m weak. Let me touch you. Let me inside.”
His plea thrilled me. I was so close to coming that I gave in. “Next time, we’ll go slow. Right now, I need the same thing.” His hands were on my hips before I finished the sentence and then his thumb was circling my swollen bud. With a few swipes, my orgasm rolled through me. I cried out his name, but I wanted more, so I lifted myself over his cock, sliding down over his rigid length as he stretched me inch by inch with another orgasm building.
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I met each of his thrusts as he slammed into me. The sounds of our flesh slapping filled the cabin. “Yes!”
Dean cupped my face, tugging me down, and captured my lips in a deep kiss that mimicked the thrust of his cock. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had thought that last night was as good as it would be, but this moment made me weep with from the pleasure he was creating.
