Page 72 of Unstoppable Love

“Talk to Bryce?”

“Fuck,” she rasped and arched her hips against my finger. I yanked it away and brought it to my mouth, sucking on it.

Her eyes closed, and her head fell to my shoulder. “Can we talk later?”

“Need something?”

I needed her. Screaming my name. Clamping around my dick. I needed her writhing beneath me and her hair brushing my thighs as she rode me. The ways I’d imagined taking her this week were more numerous than plays in my team’s playbook and equally detailed.

Her hands slid to the sides of my neck, and she tugged me toward her. “Kiss me?”

I hadn’t even realized I’d broken my no-touching rule until then.

What an ass I’d been. I’d talked her into masturbating on the phone with me, sent her a picture of my hard dick after I came, and sent her a freaking sex toy.

All before I’d waited for her to ask me to touch her or kiss her.

“My pleasure.” I leaned down and brushed my lips over hers. For both our sakes, this needed to go slow. But as soon as her lips met mine and hers parted for me, it was a battle.

I’d been a live wire all week, a beast in practice due to the fact I couldn’t get my need for her out the way I wanted.

I couldn’t hurt her, though. Wouldn’t.

She deserved to be treasured and I’d gone about this all wrong.

“Hold on.” I forced my hands to the counter outside her hips and brushed my lips over hers. “I want to make sure this is what you want. It just occurred to me that I think I might have jumped us forward a hundred steps this week.”

Ava glanced up at me. Blinked. Blinked again. A huge smile stretched her face right before she threw her head back and laughed.

Her laugh was one of the seven wonders of the world. Beautiful and stunning as the rest of her, and she didn’t laugh with her mouth. Her entire body and her eyes lit up as she did so.

“Cameron,” she said, still laughing. “I’m spread on my kitchen counter, my hands on you, and I’ve been counting down the seconds until you could be right here even if I’m still a little scared. I think we’re on the same page.”

“It’s just… I realized when you asked for that kiss that I was touching you, and I hadn’t held up my end of the deal.”

She was still smiling. Eyes still dancing with humor. They sparkled like diamonds as she chuckled again. “I think that deal went out the window when I asked for a dick pic.”

I snorted. Couldn’t be helped. She was right. She’d asked for that.

Still…

“I don’t want to mess this up.”

I was rarely hesitant. I did what I wanted, and I went with my gut. It didn’t always end up being the right thing to do, and I’d found myself in hot water over the years for it, but when I had an idea, I rolled with it. Unfortunately, rolling with the ideas I’d had about Ava ended up with me hurting her.

Now might not have been the time to hesitate, but I had to be certain.

She scooted forward on the island, hands still clasped at my neck. “Look at me.”

“Now look who’s bossy?”

She smirked and ran her hands down my arms and back up them. Her gentle touch was soothing but irritating and made me hard all over again. Then her hands were sliding down my stomach, straight to my dress pants I’d worn to the game, and her hand was at my dick.

Eyes flared as she cupped my balls and pressed her hand along the length of my arousal.

I grunted, hips pushing into her hand.

“I think that if you don’t do something to me soon, I’m going to go get that toy you sent and play with that instead.”

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