Page 72 of The Progressions

“Tyler,” I called, when I came down from that peak, and I grabbed him to pull him to me. “Sweet…Tyler, that was…”

“If you were worried, there’s absolutely nothing wrong down there,” he panted. “It’s all amazing.” He pumped his hips slowly against me and I reached between our bodies to feel his erection.

“I already saw, but not like this,” I said, and my words quavered just like my body still trembled. “I didn’t think I should touch you when I hardly knew you.”

“Now you can, anytime you—” He broke off as he moaned, and I massaged faster. “You can do that anytime—fuck, Kasia—”

I had just wanted to taste him, too, but in only a few seconds he was pulling me away and then reaching again next to the bed. “The condoms are my treat,” he said, as he put one on.

“We can spilt the cost. Nobody’s selfish here,” I gasped. “Hurry.”

Luckily, he was much speedier at that than he was behind the wheel of his car. A moment later, he held up my hips and drove himself into me, and my head fell back as I got overwhelmed again. Tyler’s mouth covered mine and he pumped again and again, and I started to get the feeling that now the whole universe depended on how he was massaging me inside and out.

We were kissing as he touched my clit with his hand, too, and that pushed me over into another orgasm, a shaking, screaming—oh, I wasn’t supposed to scream.

“Did I?”

“Did you what?” he asked drowsily. We lay together, intertwined.

“Was I screaming?”

“Yes, but I mostly muffled it. I loved it.”

“My screaming, or the sex?”

“I loved all of it,” he told me.

“Me too.”

“I know,” he said, and he sounded very satisfied. I felt the same way, just perfect. “I’m glad it was better.”

“From now on, I’m only having sex with you,” I answered, and then jolted slightly out of my pleasure-haze when I realized how that had sounded. “Well, I could—”

“No, just me,” he said, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me. “I wish you could stay all night.”

“I don’t want to get you in trouble,” I answered. But I wished it too. “Wait a minute. What are you doing?”

“If we only have a little time, we have to make it worth our while,” he explained.

“Oh, good…sweet…”

He made it so, so worthwhile that he had to kiss me a lot to cover the screams.

Tyler walked me to my car after propping the door to the inn. “I’ll be home after the game,” he promised when we were hidden in the shadow of a tree. Its leaves skittered over the pavement and I shivered. “I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll see you sooner, because I’ll be watching you play,” I said.

“I’ll blow you a kiss.” He gave me one now, too.

It was hard to leave, but I did, looking in my mirror until I made a turn onto the street and couldn’t even pretend to see him anymore. I dreamed about him until I got home, and it was only as I settled as quietly as I could onto my bed that I remembered my autograph book. I had to get up again and I winced at the noise I made.

But it was worth it to see what he had written. The prior words were crossed out, and he’d added, “To Kasia. I love you. Tyler Hennessy #62.”

Chapter 15

“This is how we used to be,” my dad said. He looked across the couch at me. “Just the two of us.”

The game had ended a while ago, but we were still immersed in it. We had Herb and Buzz on the radio for the post-, post-game show, and I was busy scrolling on my phone to check for any additional information about Tyler. I was interested in rest of the Woodsmen, too, but mostly Tyler. Generally, totally Tyler. He’d played well and his ankle looked ok to me, although it still made me concerned.

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