Page 15 of Undeniable Love

“No.” He took my other hand and pressed it to my clit. “Teach me what you like.” His head was bent, looking down at us, tongue swiping over my nipple as he guided our hands to my sex, rubbing my own fingers through my wetness.

“Oh God.” I pushed my head back into the pillow. “I’m already so close.”

“Then make yourself come and I’ll do it again.”

Jesus. The things he said. Promises he’d certainly deliver on. Gaping up at him and seeing the hardness of his jaw and the determination in his blue eyes, I had no doubt he told the truth.

I gave in, pressing my head into the pillow, chin arched to the ceiling. My hips rolled and sounds left my lips as I took his fingers in mine, then pressed them to my clit in teasing, soft brushes against my bundled nerves.

With Tuevo’s mouth tugging at my nipple, sweet, stinging pain shot straight to where our fingers circled. I ignited quickly, powerfully, arching and thrusting my hips into our hands, gritting my teeth so I didn’t scream from the pure pleasure of it.

“Goddamn,” he whispered. He took over, rubbing me, gathering my wetness in his fingers, and then he brought both of our fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, wickedly sexy eyes on me as he tasted me on him.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“No,” I panted, shoving hair off my face and forehead. I was spent already, chest heaving, sated and still wanting.

I’d never been this greedy for more before.

Thankfully, Tuevo didn’t make me wait. He leaned toward me and kissed me, tongue diving into my mouth, sliding against mine until I tasted us mixed together. He moved to the side, grabbed the strip of foil, and ripped it apart. Four condoms landed by my pillow. He tore one open with his teeth, and then he rolled it on, shoved my thighs apart, and draped my legs over his shoulders. His hands braced at my sides and then he was there.

Entering me.

He did it slowly and oh my goodness, the fullness of him stretched my opening in a way that brought pain and ignited sparks, set off my clit, still stinging with aftershocks.

“Oh God,” I groaned and clung to his hips. His gaze was on me, unwavering, watching my expression as he entered.

“Doing okay?”

“Yes.” I licked my lips, still breathless. But good grief, the man was incredible.

Tuevo fell to his elbows, pressing his chest against mine, and claimed my mouth. He made love to me slowly, beautifully. He made love to me in a way that only confirmed my earlier sensation when I first saw him. Someday, he’d be all mine.

And when we finished, he cleaned us both up, came back to bed, and did it all over again until my legs were jelly and I was perusing the room service menu.

The sheet from the bed was wrapped around my chest and I sat up, watching him move through the hotel suite, unashamed of his nakedness.

And hello, if I had that body, I’d never be clothed. It should have been a rule. All men with tight asses, impressive dicks, and ripped abs with the perfect amount of masculine hair should always be naked.

“I’m surprised you can eat.” He tossed me a wink. “After that last round, I would think you’d be ready to pass out.”

I’d probably be asleep before the food arrived. But also, I could always eat. “Yeah, yeah, it was all right.”

I caught his expression right before he pounced on the bed. It sent the menu flying into the air and I scrambled to get away from him. I wasn’t quick enough. He flung the sheet off me and wrapped his hand around the back of my knee, flipping me onto my back.

“I’ll show you all right.”

“What about the food? I’m starving.”

He pressed his lips to my stomach, licking my belly button and farther down. I shoved my hands into his hair as he slid lower and grinned. “So am I.”

CHAPTER 8

Tuevo

Shit. I had to go. My eyes were sandpaper and the few beers I had last night were taking their toll on the slow, thumping headache at the back of my skull. I had to be at the practice, and while the arena where we played our games was right across the street, our practice facility was, at minimum, a thirty-minute drive away.

Which meant I had less than a half hour to shower, eat, and somehow manage to pull myself out of the bed where Meredith was curled up next to me.

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