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“So impatient.” He tsked, unbuckling his pants.

She would show him impatience. After pulling the lace off her body in one fluid motion, she stuck a finger in her mouth and used it to play with her clit while she watched him, and then the grin was gone, replaced with something much, much darker.

“Lucia…”

She closed her eyes and moaned, willing him to give her what she wanted. He was on her in an instant, his bare cock resting at her entrance. Her eyes opened wide, meeting his.

“I thought you wanted to fuck my mouth?” The words sounded absolutely filthy coming out of her, and she loved it, though she knew just by the feel of it against her leg that she’d never be able to take the whole thing in her mouth.

“Fuck that, I can’t go another second without being inside of you.” He rubbed his erection against her clit. “What do you want, Moretti? You want me inside of you as badly as I do?”

She reached down, smiling wide as he shuddered at her touch. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Chapter sixteen

Colton

Lucia lay on his bed, hair fanned out around her head, still panting from her orgasm, though she was smiling wide. She’d clearly liked the noise he’d made when she’d touched him, and he liked that she liked that.

In a voice that hardly sounded like him, Colton said, “I’m gonna make you come again and again until you’re too tired to do anything but moan my name.”

“Stop making promises you can’t keep.”

His whole body tensed at her words. He knew she’d just said it to rile him up, and it had worked. He pulled a condom from his nightstand, and in one fluid motion, he ripped it open with his teeth and pulled it over his erection, pumping over it once, then twice.

“Say that shit again, I fucking dare you.” He leaned over her, his lips right above hers, his cock just barely touching her entrance. It took everything in him not to push inside her right then and there. She remained silent, though her lips were curved into a mischievous smile.

“That’s what I thought,” he grumbled before his lips found hers, and he kissed her hard, demanding. She dug her nails into his back, her hips shifting, begging to have him inside her.

Though his kiss was punishing, he pushed into her gently, his knees almost giving out at the feeling of being inside of her.

“Yes,” she breathed.

His hands gripped her waist tightly, and her nails dug so deep, he would’ve been surprised if they didn’t draw blood. “Holy fuck.” She bucked her hips, pushing him further into her, and his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. “You feel fucking unreal, Moretti.” His lips found hers again, and she bit his lip as he entered her fully.

Her moan was like music to his ears. She pulled away, eyes on his as she stuck that same finger from before back into her mouth and then used it to play with herself. He almost lost his hold on her at the sight, a noise halfway between a groan and a grunt leaving his throat. Any resistance her body had to him disappeared in seconds, and then he was all the way inside her, her cries and fluttering lashes encouraging him.

His lips captured hers again, his cock pumping into her rhythmically.

“Oh my god, Colton,” she whimpered. He moved one of his hands from her waist to her shoulders, pushing even harder into her as they both gasped and moaned. She adjusted so his hand was around her throat, her eyes twinkling as his knees almost buckled for the second time that night.

His mouth dragged down to her neck, right above his hand, where he bit and sucked, her breathy moans spurring him forward. He felt his length start to tingle, but he needed her to come first.

“This is the best fucking pussy I’ve ever had.” He wasn’t even lying. She’d completely ruined him for any other woman. Her laugh, her intelligence, the way she could tell within seconds what was wrong with his game. It drove him out of his mind, and he would never recover if she didn’t let him do this for the rest of his life. “You like that?”

“Mm-hmm,” she moaned, her eyes shut tight, her fingers tugging at his hair.

“You're such a good girl just for me, aren’t you?” He whispered it right below her ear. He’d correctly guessed about her praise kink and was rewarded with the feeling of her walls pulsing around him. She cried out, and he watched her face as pleasure overtook her. When he was sure she was there, he let himself go, kissing her hard as he came apart inside of her.

He knew he needed a minute before round two, but true to his word, he pulled out of her, threw out the condom, and dropped to his knees to worship her. And, just as he’d promised, all she could do by the end of the night was moan his name.

Practice flew by the next day, Colton’s whole body twitching like he’d had seven Red Bulls. He’d overthrown Cooper at least four times, and Coach Turner was glaring at him like he knew exactly what his problem was. A shock, considering Colton didn’t.

He thought lifting might help expend some of the extra energy that danced through his veins, but by the end of a warm-up run and four sets of squats and push-ups, he still felt shaky. His leg kept bouncing throughout the two hours of meetings, and even Cooper sent him a look as he stood and ran out of the room.

The wives and girlfriends of the team had planned a picnic for that afternoon. He’d planned to go home to change for it, thankful for the time alone to parse through his thoughts, but was met with the smell of Lucia’s perfume in his car.

He groaned. He couldn’t escape her no matter where he was. Worse, he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Sure, he’d had many trysts with wonderful, beautiful women, but none of them had him wishing he could accidentally run into them in the halls of the facility like he was in high school. None of them had wound him so tightly around their finger that he might snap.

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