Page 154 of Fielder's Choice

“You’re worrying too much,” I say. “I meant what I said.”

“You’re sure you want this?”

“Positive. I want you so damn bad, so please just take me to bed andfuck me.”

Lane throws his head back and takes a deep breath, likely trying to keep from getting worked up. “I’m not fucking you tonight, Olive.”

“What?” I look at him in disbelief. “I just told you I want you.”

Before I can spiral over what he’s saying, he silences me with a kiss. “I’m not fucking you because your first time should be memorable. It’s going to be emotional, so it should be passionate and show you how incredible sex can be when you’re with someone you care about. I’ll make love to you tonight, and I’ll fuck you tomorrow.”

“Will you take me to bed then?”

“I’ve dreamed about having you in my bed for so long,” he murmurs against my lips as he picks me up, planting his hands under my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“So strong,” I tease.

“Professional athlete, remember?”

“Lucky me,” I say as we cross the threshold into his bedroom. Lane kicks the door closed behind him and sits me on the edge of the bed.

“I love you,” he says softly, slipping his hands under my sweatshirt and bra, teasing the undersides of my breasts with his thumbs.

“I love you, too.”

Lane kisses me sweetly before taking my shirt by the hem and pulling it over my head, leaving me in my newest lace bra.

“Blue?” He licks his lip as he runs his thumb over the fabric.

“Your favorite color.”

I always knew where I wanted tonight to end up, so I dressed for the part. This isn’t a rushed decision of mine; I’ve thought about this far longer than he realizes.

“Fucking beautiful, baby,” he rasps, slipping his hands into the waistband of my leggings and pushing them down my legs. He takes note of the matching thong I’m wearing. “Goddamn.”

“You like this set?” I ask, tone teasing.

“You have no fucking idea how much I like that.”

“I like it, too,” I breathe, resting my hand on the back of his head. “But I still think you should take it off.”

“Turns me on when you tell me what you want.” Lane reaches around my back and unhooks the bra, and I let the lace fall from my arms as he slips my panties down my legs, leaving me naked in front of him.

I reach forward, taking his shirt by the hem and pulling it over his head. “I do like my eye candy.”

Lane chuckles before he gently pushes my legs open and falls to his knees. “Legs over my shoulders, Livvy. Need to taste that pussy again before I get to slip inside of it.”

I quickly comply, eager to have his mouth between my legs. With my knees resting on his shoulders, he places his hands on the insides of my thighs and spreads me further apart.

Without warning, he leans forward, taking a languid stroke. “Lane!” I cry.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

“So good,” I moan. “I love your tongue.”

“You’re gonna like my cock even more.” The words travel straight to my core. “Mmm, my girl likes it when I talk dirty. You just pulsed around my tongue.”

“I do,” I breathe, heart racing. “I like everything you do, baby.”

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