Page 55 of Quarterback Keeper

I peeled her clothing from her body, luxuriating in the softness of her skin and the full swell of her breasts. I didn’t have much control left after watching her eat. All I could think of was feeding her my hard length and watching her lips close around me as she took me as deep as she could. But I didn’t have the patience for that, maybe later.

“I won’t go slow.” I couldn’t. Not tonight. Urgency to reassure myself that she was safe—and mine—fueled my every response. It’d been like that between us since the night I found her on the boat, bruised and bleeding from that asshole’s fists. The desperation didn’t come from me alone. She often reached for me, during the day and night. “Are you okay with that? We’ll go slow for round two.”

“You better go hard and fast.” She tugged at my belt and worked the button free on my pants then the zipper. “I’ve been waiting just as long as you.”

Fuck that. I tore off my clothes, needing to feel her skin against mine. Nothing would come between us. I ran my handsup her sides and around her chest then bent to tease, suck, and finally, bite the curve of her neck. She moaned as I rolled one nipple between my fingers then filled my palm with the plump weight of her breast. Her skin was like silk, soft and addictive.

When she threaded her fingers through my hair, I gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted until she wrapped her legs around me again. Her heat met my raging hard-on, and we groaned as I rubbed against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her hands roamed my shoulders, chest, and biceps as she ground against me. With her in my arms, I changed directions and took her back to a wall. I crowded her, pressing her against the hard surface. She tightened her legs around my hips.

“Still good?” I had to make sure.

“Yeah, stop talking. More action.” Her breath mingled with mine, coming in short pants.

That was all I needed, and a grin curved my mouth. It fell away when she took me in her hand with a tight grip then a slow pump.

Fuck.I slipped my hand between us, dipping a finger inside her tight, wet channel. Her head fell back against the wall, her eyelids sliding shut as I pumped in and out. I slid another finger in, stretching her then curling them at the end until she squirmed in my arms. Her body squeezed me in a tight grip. She was close. I stopped moving, enjoying the feel of her. She was like a drug, and I couldn’t wait to get my next fix.

Her wicked, heavy-lidded gaze met mine, and a corner of her full lips rose. “Get to it, QB1.”

I swirled my thumb around her clit, and she whimpered.

“Stop teasing me. I want to come.”

I needed to be in her like my next breath, and I slowly slid my fingers out as she shuddered against me. “Not yet.” We had all night, and I planned to use every minute.

I shifted, still holding her suspended against the wall, and aligned the head of my cock with her entrance. In one thrust, I seated myself fully in her slick channel.

She cried out and arched her back, head falling against the wall as her nails dug into my shoulders. “So good.” Her voice was breathy and sexy as hell.

Her warmth robbed me of all thought, and I dropped my mouth to her neck and teased her exposed tendon between my teeth. I held still until she squirmed against me. Then I pumped in and out as her body tightened around me. With each thrust, the connection I needed like my next breath, strengthened.

“I love you, Aurora. I never want to be without you.”

“Kylian,” she pleaded.

Moonlight from the window highlighted the sheen of sweat covering her gorgeous body. I worked to give her the release she craved. I picked up my pace, pumping in and out as she writhed against me. When I felt how close she was, I dipped my hand between us, swirling lightly over her clit until she screamed. Her body gripped me tight, and I followed her over the edge.

Her body went limp in my arms, and she whispered that she loved me too. I cradled her to me before making my way to the bed. I laid her down then went to the bathroom to clean up before bringing her a warm washcloth and doing the same for her. I tossed it to the floor, climbed in beside her, and pulled her to me so she could use my chest as a pillow.

As our heart rates regulated, I marveled at how perfect she was for me. I wanted to give her the world, and I knew I would stop at nothing until I did.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

AURORA

Three weeks had passed since Dayton’s arrest, and I finally had my life back. No threats hung over my head, and I’d taken a long look at what I wanted. It wasn’t college. I’d kept my part-time job at the small café on Fall Lake University’s campus, for the time being. A lot of soul-searching determined that I enjoyed cooking, a treasured time with my uncle, the most. He’d taught me everything I knew.

I’d toyed with getting a job as a chef in a few restaurants in downtown Chicago, but I wasn’t sure that was the route I wanted to go. Kylian spent long hours with school, football, and watching film to prep for upcoming games. His drive and dedication were so admirable. I knew he would be okay with the long hours I would put in at a restaurant, but it didn’t feel right. Maybe I would go the route of a private chef. I was still deciding.

I finished putting the last couple of meals I’d prepped for Kylian’s roommates in the fridge. It had been fun adapting a meal plan for what athletes ate, and the guys showered me with compliments. That wasn’t why I cooked for them. It made me happy, and after everything I’d lived through, I’d vowed never to let anyone control me again.

Kylian’s mom loved the condo next to his. I’d helped decorate it and spent time with her often. We’d become friends, and I knew when Kylian and I moved, she would come with us wherever he was drafted. He and I were on the same page—life was short, and we wanted to spend it with those we loved. And the absolute best gift we’d gotten was that her cancer had finally gone into remission.

It was late, and the guys would return from practice and lifting soon. They had a big game the next day, and their coach had told them a few scouts would be there. Kylian had recovered, but he wasn’t back on the field yet—he was slotted to start next August. With a little more time, it had become clear that the injury to his right shoulder would change nothing about his outstanding athletic ability on the field—because he’d worked hard to make sure of it.

I loved going to the games to support Kylian and his friends, and I couldn’t wait for the next one. Well, I was excited about tonight too. We were going on a date, and he wouldn’t tell me anything except what to wear, which was something comfortable.

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