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I sipped at my water. Fuck, I was thirsty—in all the ways tonight.
“I’ll be honest. I’m a lot more concerned about taking care of something else right now.” I went for blatant, spreading my legs.
Sam arched a brow. “We both know we’re going to end up in your bed tonight, but I’m going to make sure you’re not an aching wreck in the morning.”
“Mmm, has anyone told you how hot you are when you’re bossy?” I fluttered my lashes.
“From time to time.” She smirked, a wicked glint in her eyes. I had trouble paying attention to anything but the needy throb between my legs. I wanted her between them now.
“Eat the rest of your food, drink your water, and ice your sore spots.” She gave me the ice pack.
I let out a huff in protest, but it was halfhearted at best. Honestly, I soared at how Sam took care of me. It touched a tender part of my heart I thought had gotten battered too hard for recovery after Allie cheated on me.
“If you’re a good girl, I’ll make you come until you pass out,” Sam said, the surety in her voice one hell of a drug.
Flames raced through me at those simple words, and I was determined to show her what a good listener I could be.
Chapter Twelve
Sam
Watching Ames during her fight today had me in a state of arousal ever since.
Seeing her train was hot, but pro fights were different. The energy in the ring, like the air itself had teeth, made me spark with awareness. Having all of that trained on the woman I was growing far too attached to had me buzzing as well. Hell, if I were being honest, attached was a flimsy word compared to the way my heart had lurched the moment she arrived at her apartment.
She set the empty glass of water on the coffee table with a low thump. “There. Done.”
Like I’d asked, she polished off her plate of food, drank her water, and applied the icepack to the reddened areas. Tomorrow she’d be covered in bruises, and her muscles would hurt something fierce, but it would be no hardship to massage the soreness away. Fuck, I wanted to worship the velvet skin and those defined muscles most of the time anyway.
I arched a brow and met her gaze. “Good girl.”
Her cheeks flushed, and her pupils flared. Clearly, those two words turned her on. Noted.
“Come on,” I said, pushing myself to a stand before offering my hand. “I want to go strip you down in your bed.”
Her throat bobbed with a hard swallow. “Yes, please.”
She slipped her hand into mine, and I tugged her up and led her to her bedroom. I’d only been here a few times, but this place already felt comfortable, familiar. Mostly because she was.
It was wild to think mere weeks had passed since she first showed up at Knockout, looking like a fantasy come to life.
And she was so much more than I could ever have bargained for.
The air vibrated between us as we stepped into her bedroom. I flipped the light on, illuminating her messy bedroom—clothes tossed on the floor, her bed a rumple of sheets. Somehow the little bit of chaos fit this wild sunshine girl so well.
“On the bed.” I let go of her hand and pointed.
She licked her lips before following suit, tossing herself onto the mattress, the sheets fluffing around her. Her light brown waves spread out against the cream fabric, and her tee rode up, exposing her abs. My mouth watered.
I crawled onto the bed after her, wanting to unwrap her like a present. Ames had consumed my thoughts and my daydreams, and after witnessing her in the ring today, I needed to savor that this girl was here, granting me her attention and affection for as long as I had it.
Slowly I ran my palms up her bare legs, loving the firm tone, the thickness of her thighs. Fuck, I knew how sweet she tasted between those thighs, and I was dying to lap at her until she came against my mouth again and again. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, taking my time dragging them down. The brown curls at her pussy were glistening, and her legs trembled the slightest bit as I drew the fabric lower and lower. Once I got her panties and shorts off, I threw them over the edge of the bed. Her lower half was bared to me, her arms splayed up by her sides, and her chest heaving.
God, I loved how she melted for me. This woman could be so fierce in the ring, such a clever, tough fighter, yet in my hands, she turned into a puddle.
“You’re so damn pretty.” I drew circles along her legs with my fingertips, skating closer to her pussy, then drawing them away again. Amelia bit down on her lip and let out a little moan. “Let’s get you stripped down.”
I crawled over her, my knee between her thighs, mere inches from her pussy, and I rolled her T-shirt up her torso, enjoying each inch of skin exposed. I dipped my head and nipped and sucked at her stomach, loving the way she writhed beneath me. She helped me get her sports bra up and over along with her tee, which showed off those gorgeous, ample breasts and her perky nipples.
