Page 114 of Caught Stealing

There’s a gleam in his eyes as he turns around, already spreading it up and down his length. “There could be moments like this when I might unexpectedly need it.”

“When someone surprises you with hotel sex?”

He shakes his head slowly as he kneels between my parted thighs. “When I need you too much, only for you to not be here, forcing me to take matters into my own hands.”

The mere thought of Phoenix stroking his cock to thoughts of me is fucking intoxicating, but it’s got nothing on the way he grabs my hips and drags me to him while staring down at me with lust-filled eyes. Though, I think I catch a glimmer of something else as well. Something deeper.

Reverence, maybe?

Whatever it is, it’s far more potent than the desire darkening his gaze.

I’m in prime position for him to slide inside me with only the slightest press of his hips, but he chooses to run his hand up over my abs. Tracing the indents with his fingers between either side of his jersey.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, eyes following the paths his hands have already taken. “I’m obsessed with you in this.”

My lips quirk up in a devious grin. “Naked and at your mercy doesn’t do it for you? You really want me wearing your jersey like some cleat chaser too?”

“I want you in all ways,” he murmurs, a seductive tilt of his lips adding to his sinful aura. “But being inside you with my number on your back will, without a doubt, take the cake. So I really know you’re mine.”

My blood flares. “Possessive, are we?”

His nod is immediate before his words come out all grated and raw. “I wanna claim every part of you.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he already has.

No piece of me doesn’t already belong to him; my heart included.

Only I’m smart enough to know sentiments like that can’t come now. Not like this—mid-fuck while emotions are heightened and meaningful words cease to mean a damn thing.

So instead, I scrape my teeth over my lower lip and make an offer I know he won’t turn down.

“Then claim me. Own me. And if the jersey isn’t enough, feel free to mark every inch of my body with your cum.”

Thirty-One

Phoenix

My brain can’t help replaying Holden’s declaration in my brain repeatedly while he stares up at me. The intensity in his gaze burns like a raging fire, speaking volumes about desire and lust. It’s palpable. Intoxicating.

It’s enough to spur me into action, gripping his waist and tunneling inside him with a single, powerful thrust. I bottom out, my hips pressed flush against his ass while a sharp gasp escapes him.

“Holy fuck,” Holden pants before sinking his teeth into the plush bottom lip.

And holy fuck is right. Being inside him is nothing short of being sent straight into Nirvana, and the way he’s clamping and squeezing around my length tells me this could all be over much sooner than either of us would like it to be.

I lean in, capturing his mouth with my own while I let his body adjust. My tongue prods at the seam of his lips before spearing between them, fucking and rolling against his in a seductive dance. Claiming it. Taking ownership of what’s mine, just like he said I could.

My hips start moving of their own accord, pulling back so just the tip is still inside him before sliding all the way home. Nothing about this is slow or sensual, how things normally are. The way I fuck him with reckless abandon—now pistoning my hips relentlessly—is downright carnal.

I’m pounding into his ass like being inside him is the only thing keeping me grounded to Earth.

And honestly? It very well might be.

He’s the first to break our kiss, letting out a breathy moan when I brush over his prostate, and the sound is music to my ears. All gruff and raspy as I drag it from his mouth the same way I’m pulling every ounce of pleasure I can out of him.

Taking it all. Leaving nothing left behind.

“Nix,” he whispers, a plea that I steal straight from his lips.

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