The All-Star Antes Up
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“I don’t even remember getting hit.”
She smiled up into his eyes. “Big, strong football player. Never let them see you wince.”
He was serious when he said, “Damn straight.” Then he hooked one finger in the waistline of her jeans and pulled her in closer. “Truth is, you have miraculous healing powers in your touch.”
“You’re just temporarily distracted.”
“That’s why I need you to stay here. To distract me all night.”
God, she wanted to stay. It was her last chance to be with him. But tomorrow was going to be long and exhausting even without the loss of sleep. She wasn’t used to the physical labor of farm chores anymore. However, she wasn’t going to ruin his seductive mood by telling him about the farm. So she kept it vague. “I have to work tomorrow. Can we spend a few hours actually sleeping?”
Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. “We’ll definitely spend some time in bed.”
“I caught the difference between those two phrases.” She took all hint of teasing from her voice. “I know how wonderful it is to curl up against that large, hot body of yours and drift off to sleep.”
“I’ll make sure you get your rest, sugar. But you’ll sleep better after some exercise.”
With that he took hold of her lace overblouse and tugged it upward, so she raised her arms to let him slip it off. He peeled the camisole up and off, too. Now all that stood between his hands and her breasts was a wisp of cream-colored lace. “This is real pretty,” he said, grazing his fingertips along the scalloped edge of the bra, “but it’s in my way.”
Before she realized what he was doing, he had snaked his hands behind her and flicked open the hooks. He slid the straps down her arms, and the bra landed on top of the growing heap of clothing in the corner.
His gaze dropped to her now-bare breasts, sending a wave of self-consciousness washing over her. Until she saw his expression. Pure, unadulterated want lit his eyes. “So perfect,” he said, bringing his hands in to cup her breasts almost reverently. The feel of his palms against the sensitive skin made her breathe out a long, “Aaah.” She arched her back to push into his hands, needing more pressure against the aching nipples. He moved so he could circle the tight buds with his thumbs. Lasers of heat sizzled downward to converge in her belly. She moaned and rocked her hips.
He slid one chaps-clad thigh between hers so she could pulse against him. But there were too many layers of clothes between them. She unbuttoned her jeans and ripped down the zipper.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, helping her jerk her jeans and panties down to the top of her boots. He knelt to slip the boots off her feet and set them aside as she kicked her jeans away. His gaze laid a trail of heat up her body until he met her eyes. “Let’s put those sexy boots back on,” he said, holding one out for her to slip her foot into.
As she stepped into the second one, he stood up, skimming his fingers over her legs and hips. “I like spike heels and bare skin.”
He backed her into the rear of the elevator and drove his thigh between hers again, lifting her so she was riding him. She nearly came when her wet, aching center ground against the sueded leather covering his leg. She fought down the near orgasm. He’d said he wanted to take it slow.
“How does that feel?” he murmured against the side of her neck as he wrapped his hands around her hips and rocked her against his thigh.
“Like I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” she panted when the tension nearly crested again.
“Let yourself go. You can have another one.” He pressed his thigh upward so it ground against the searing hunger between her legs. She exploded, holding on to the steel of his upper arms as her internal muscles released from their clench of arousal and her body jolted with pleasure.
“Yesssss!” she hissed, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. He tilted her hips to a different angle and the climax smashed into her again. The wash of blazing, luscious satisfaction flooded through her. “Oh, yes!”
As the tremors lessened, she sagged forward against him, still astride his hard, muscled thigh. He wrapped his arms around her and held her while she eased down from the soaring heights he’d taken her to. “So much for slow,” she said.
“I love it that you were so ready.” His voice vibrated in the ear she had pressed to his chest.
“How about you, cowboy? Aren’t you ready, too?” She felt his erection solid and hard against her.
“I’ve been ready since our phone conversation this afternoon.”
She chuckled smugly. “Some things are worth waiting for.”
She felt a jump of tension in his muscles. “I want you to keep that in mind, sweetheart.”
“Well, I don’t want to wait any longer.” She pulled his head down to hers so she could kiss him with carnal intent. He shifted so their mouths melded and their tongues glided together. He took her mouth in a foreshadowing of how he would take all of her.
With a groan he tore his lips away from hers and ripped the buckle of his chaps open.
“Too bad you didn’t wear just those and nothing else,” she purred.
“So you like leather. How about I just unzip my jeans and go from there?” He did that, freeing his erect cock from the denim and yanking a foil envelope from his back pocket.
She held out her hand. When he passed her the packet, she ripped it open with her teeth. The gesture fit this wild, abandoned encounter. Before she rolled it on, she ran her fingers up and down his erection, loving the growl she drew from his throat. She stroked the condom on, eliciting another low rumble.
She smiled up into his eyes. “Big, strong football player. Never let them see you wince.”
He was serious when he said, “Damn straight.” Then he hooked one finger in the waistline of her jeans and pulled her in closer. “Truth is, you have miraculous healing powers in your touch.”
“You’re just temporarily distracted.”
“That’s why I need you to stay here. To distract me all night.”
God, she wanted to stay. It was her last chance to be with him. But tomorrow was going to be long and exhausting even without the loss of sleep. She wasn’t used to the physical labor of farm chores anymore. However, she wasn’t going to ruin his seductive mood by telling him about the farm. So she kept it vague. “I have to work tomorrow. Can we spend a few hours actually sleeping?”
Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. “We’ll definitely spend some time in bed.”
“I caught the difference between those two phrases.” She took all hint of teasing from her voice. “I know how wonderful it is to curl up against that large, hot body of yours and drift off to sleep.”
“I’ll make sure you get your rest, sugar. But you’ll sleep better after some exercise.”
With that he took hold of her lace overblouse and tugged it upward, so she raised her arms to let him slip it off. He peeled the camisole up and off, too. Now all that stood between his hands and her breasts was a wisp of cream-colored lace. “This is real pretty,” he said, grazing his fingertips along the scalloped edge of the bra, “but it’s in my way.”
Before she realized what he was doing, he had snaked his hands behind her and flicked open the hooks. He slid the straps down her arms, and the bra landed on top of the growing heap of clothing in the corner.
His gaze dropped to her now-bare breasts, sending a wave of self-consciousness washing over her. Until she saw his expression. Pure, unadulterated want lit his eyes. “So perfect,” he said, bringing his hands in to cup her breasts almost reverently. The feel of his palms against the sensitive skin made her breathe out a long, “Aaah.” She arched her back to push into his hands, needing more pressure against the aching nipples. He moved so he could circle the tight buds with his thumbs. Lasers of heat sizzled downward to converge in her belly. She moaned and rocked her hips.
He slid one chaps-clad thigh between hers so she could pulse against him. But there were too many layers of clothes between them. She unbuttoned her jeans and ripped down the zipper.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, helping her jerk her jeans and panties down to the top of her boots. He knelt to slip the boots off her feet and set them aside as she kicked her jeans away. His gaze laid a trail of heat up her body until he met her eyes. “Let’s put those sexy boots back on,” he said, holding one out for her to slip her foot into.
As she stepped into the second one, he stood up, skimming his fingers over her legs and hips. “I like spike heels and bare skin.”
He backed her into the rear of the elevator and drove his thigh between hers again, lifting her so she was riding him. She nearly came when her wet, aching center ground against the sueded leather covering his leg. She fought down the near orgasm. He’d said he wanted to take it slow.
“How does that feel?” he murmured against the side of her neck as he wrapped his hands around her hips and rocked her against his thigh.
“Like I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” she panted when the tension nearly crested again.
“Let yourself go. You can have another one.” He pressed his thigh upward so it ground against the searing hunger between her legs. She exploded, holding on to the steel of his upper arms as her internal muscles released from their clench of arousal and her body jolted with pleasure.
“Yesssss!” she hissed, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. He tilted her hips to a different angle and the climax smashed into her again. The wash of blazing, luscious satisfaction flooded through her. “Oh, yes!”
As the tremors lessened, she sagged forward against him, still astride his hard, muscled thigh. He wrapped his arms around her and held her while she eased down from the soaring heights he’d taken her to. “So much for slow,” she said.
“I love it that you were so ready.” His voice vibrated in the ear she had pressed to his chest.
“How about you, cowboy? Aren’t you ready, too?” She felt his erection solid and hard against her.
“I’ve been ready since our phone conversation this afternoon.”
She chuckled smugly. “Some things are worth waiting for.”
She felt a jump of tension in his muscles. “I want you to keep that in mind, sweetheart.”
“Well, I don’t want to wait any longer.” She pulled his head down to hers so she could kiss him with carnal intent. He shifted so their mouths melded and their tongues glided together. He took her mouth in a foreshadowing of how he would take all of her.
With a groan he tore his lips away from hers and ripped the buckle of his chaps open.
“Too bad you didn’t wear just those and nothing else,” she purred.
“So you like leather. How about I just unzip my jeans and go from there?” He did that, freeing his erect cock from the denim and yanking a foil envelope from his back pocket.
She held out her hand. When he passed her the packet, she ripped it open with her teeth. The gesture fit this wild, abandoned encounter. Before she rolled it on, she ran her fingers up and down his erection, loving the growl she drew from his throat. She stroked the condom on, eliciting another low rumble.
