Page 56 of Love Game

“Fundamentals, Coach. Remember your fundamentals.”

He smiled as she pulled him down. Their noses bumped when she rose to meet him halfway, but the second his mouth covered hers, she sank back, taking him with her. Kate hitched one leg high on his hip, and he groaned into her mouth as his cock settled against the hot, wet crevice of her body. Her slippery fingers squeezed his. The velvet plushness of her tongue stroking his made it impossible to think of anything but this kiss. This moment. This woman. The six-foot Amazon ballbuster who conquered him with her sharp comebacks, soft whispers, hard angles, and secret sweet spots.

She drew her other leg up to encircle him, and soon he was sinking into the sweetest spot of all. Her heat enveloped him. She was slick and ready. Open wide and waiting for him. Just for him. Pride and need rose inside him. He thrust into her, burying himself in that irresistible inferno and relishing the feel of her wrapped tightly around him.

A rush of pleasure rippled through him, starting at his toes and traveling up his legs until it pulsed in his dick. Then panic gripped him. The urge to come hard and fast knotted his throat and made his chest tighten to the point where he thought he might burst in more ways than one. He held still for a second, thinking he could get a grip. Then he realized exactly why everything felt different.

“Condom.” He croaked the word, loss and longing weighing the syllables in equal measure.

Kate stiffened beneath him, but those exquisite muscles held him tight. She blinked up at him. He stared down at her. For one insane moment, he envisioned them facing each other from opposite ends of a dusty frontier town. In the next, he pictured himself spinning a chamber holding a single bullet and pressing the barrel of a gun to his head. But this wasn’t high noon, and they weren’t playing Russian roulette. They weren’t enemies. They were on the same team.

“I haven’t been with anyone since my divorce.”

Her confession rushed over him like cool, clear water, washing away some of his worries, but not all. “I’m clean,” he panted. “The board required a physical in the terms of my contract.” His eyelids grew too heavy to hold open as she squeezed his hips with her powerful thighs. “Birth control?” He exhaled the question the second she eased up enough to make a deep lungful possible. Laughter was the last response he expected, but damn, it felt good to be inside her as that husky chuckle rolled out of her.

She stroked his back. Light, feathery strokes. “I can’t get pregnant.”

Jaw set, Danny gritted his teeth and began to withdraw. At the last second, those long, strong legs clamped around him, holding him captive.

“What? Where are you going?” she asked.

He bit his lip hard. “I should…guufh.” The final word was nothing but an inarticulate gurgle, but it was the best he could do. She was slick and hot, tightening around him, drawing him back in. Steeling himself to resist, he pushed up on his arms and stared down into frantic eyes. To soften the blow a little, he forced a wan smile. “Did I ever tell you my brother is twelve years younger than me?”

“No.” A deep furrow of puzzlement bisected her brows, then her eyes grew round. “Oh.”

Laughter rippled through her again, and this time, there was no biting back his groan. He rocked against her, dying to plunge in but preparing to pull out. In just one more minute. “So, yeah, I always use condoms.”

She stroked a hand over his head, then pressed it to his cheek, forcing him to meet her eyes. “I have an IUD, Danny. That’s what I meant.”

“Oh, thank Christ.” Squeezing her captive hand tight, he surged into her. “You feel so good.” He panted the words, staring into her wide eyes as he thrust into her. “I didn’t want to stop.”

“But you would have.”

The confidence in her response stilled him. He gazed into her eyes and nodded slowly. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” She stared at him, surprised by the admission. She hitched her legs higher, and he settled even deeper inside her. “You’d have taken that chance?”

He bit his lip, then nodded. “For you? Yeah, I’d take the chance.”

Chance. Didn’t she realize he was risking everything for her? That had to mean something, right? A decision made. He almost snorted at the thought. A decision meant there’d been a choice. But there hadn’t been. Not for him. From the moment he’d first clapped eyes on her, there’d been no other option. Only Kate. His Kate.

“I’d take it too, if I could,” she admitted.

Things moved fast after that. Faster than he would have liked, but once they committed, there was no breaking up that play. Not until they both scored. She broke before he did, but just barely. Minutes later, they lay sweaty and spent.

At least he was. Kate’s skin was dewy and glistening. Then again, their frantic pace had whipped her smooth, dark hair into a frenzy of tangles. He lifted his arm to straighten it out, but his hand weighed a ton. It fell to the bed again, and he sighed with contentment. Even her tangles were beautiful.

“So he was a menopause baby?”

The question wriggled its way through his postcoital haze. He gradually became aware of other things. Fingers smoothing his chest hair. Soft kisses along his shoulder. The sting of scratches on his back. Wetting his parched lips, he dredged up the best response he could manage. “Huh?”

“Your brother was an oops?”

“Oh. Uh, yeah.” He ran his hand over his face to wipe away the rest of the cobwebs.

He felt her smile. “Poor guy. That’s Tommy?”

“Yeah.” A lump rose in his throat. The same ball of regret and resentment he tasted each time he thought about the brother who was barely civil to him anymore. As if he were the one who deserved to be angry.

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