Page 22 of Advantage Love

He knelt on the bed, his hands bracketing my ankles as he slowly slid them up my legs, spreading them apart as he went.

“I don’t know to be pleased or angry at myself that couldn’t wait another few weeks to claim you.” He said as I stretched out in front of him.

“This means we can spend the next few weeks like this instead of pretending, “ I said as I watched his hands continue their journey, tracing every curve, every dip, until I was trembling beneath him again. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to the inside of my thighs, his breath warm against my skin.

“I’ve wanted you like this since the moment I saw you again.” he murmured, his lips brushing against my hip bone.

I saw him grow hard again. Fuck I love the stamina of athletes, even ex-athletes like Luke. There is something about the raw need to take what’s yours. My hands tangling in the sheets as he lightly bit my breast as his fingers toyed with my clit.

When he finally moved over me, positioning himself between my legs again, I thought I might come apart before he even touched me. He held my gaze as he slowly entered me, inch bytorturous inch, stretching me, filling me completely. I gasped, my back arching, and he stilled, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady.

This was more intense than before. This was different. Almost as if he needs my body to recognize only him.

“Look at me,” he commanded. I obeyed, my eyes locking onto his as he began to move, slow and deliberate, every thrust measured and controlled.

“Fuck, Avery,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel so good. So perfect.”

He kept the pace slow, driving me to the brink over and over, only to pull me back, teasing me with his control.

“Please,” I gasped, my nails digging into his back.

“Please, what?” he asked, his voice dark and teasing.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice trembling with need. “Please, Luke, don’t stop.”

His pace quickened just slightly, his thrusts deeper, harder, and I cried out, my body arching into him as he hit that perfect spot again and again.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let go for me, baby. Scream for me.”

I was already falling apart, every nerve in my body alight with pleasure. His name fell from my lips in a chant, as the tension built higher and higher until it snapped. I screamed, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He didn’t stop, his movements steady and relentless, prolonging my release until I was nothing but a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering as his own release overtook him. He buried himself deep, his body shuddering as he came, his grip on my hips tightening.

He collapsed against me, his weight warm and solid, his breath hot against my neck. For a moment, we just lay there, tangled together.

When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were soft, filled with something that made my chest tighten.

“That was better than I remembered,” he said.

“For me too,” I whispered, my fingers brushing against his cheek.

In that moment, I knew I was his.

Completely.

Chapter 15: Avery

The next morning Luke and I headed to my first tournament game since my meltdown.

I felt good. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t dreading stepping onto the court. My game had improved, my focus was sharp, and I still had the dull delicious ache between my legs from last night.

This was supposed to be fake. A mutually beneficial deal that would put both of us back on top. But after last night and after the way he touched me, the way he looked at me, it didn’t feel fake anymore.

I shook my head, forcing the thoughts away. I couldn’t let myself get caught up in this. I needed to focus on my game, on winning. That was the only thing that mattered.

Or at least, that was what I kept telling myself.

Luke’s phone buzzed, breaking the silence. He glanced down, his brows furrowing briefly before he answered it, the sound throwing into the car speaker.

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