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“Michael…”
“I know, baby. Soon.” He picked up speed, moving my hands together above my head so he could hold them with one hand. Then he used his free hand for balance as he pounded into me, all patience and teasing gone.
It was carnal and incredibly rough.
I was on the verge of detonating again, and he knew it.
“Squirt all over my cock, gorgeous,” he growled against my mouth. “Now. Fucking come with me, Jolie.”
His words were a direct hit to my libido and my body shot off without any input from my brain. I screamed and bucked and shook, as desperate to get out of his grasp as I was for him to never let go.
We rode our orgasms together, bodies moving in perfect sync, the roar that left him more primal than anything I’d ever heard.
“Michael.” I whispered his name as he collapsed against me.
Holy fuck.
I was in so much trouble.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Boone
I wokethe next morning to the savory smell of bacon mingled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Jolie’s side of the bed was empty, and I blinked against the sunlight streaming in from an arched window on the wall to my right.
As I got up and put on the pants I’d left on her floor last night, I wished I didn’t have to leave for practice. Last night had been the best first date of my life. We’d laughed, enjoyed a great meal and spent a couple of hours getting to know each other in bed. I wanted to do it again as soon as possible.
“Hey, good morning,” I said, admiring the view of her in nothing but a tank top and boxers as she poured a cup of coffee.
“Good morning,” she said, flushing slightly.
“What’s that for?” I asked, grinning.
She held out the cup of coffee, her brow furrowed. “It’s for…you?”
“Not the coffee,” I said as I took the mug. “But thank you. I meant the blush.”
“Oh.” She looked away, her cheeks a darker shade of pink now. “I was just thinking about last night.”
I set the coffee down and put my hands on her hips, drawing her closer to me. As I leaned in, I said, “Tell me what you were thinking about.”
Her breath hitched as I kissed her shoulder, slowly moving to her neck. She lifted her chin, giving me plenty of access.
“How can something that tickles also turn me on?” she asked lightly, her soft moan and warm skin making me hard.
I moved my hands higher, raising her tank top. She gasped as my fingers grazed the bottoms of her breasts.
“It’s too bad I have to go,” I said against her skin.
“What?” she squeaked.
“Yeah, I’ve got practice and I can’t show up wearing last night’s clothes.”
She groaned with frustration. “That’s not nice, getting me all worked up and then leaving.”
“I never said I was nice.”
I raised her top, baring her breasts and swiping my tongue over one of her nipples. She whimpered in response, trying to pull me closer.
