Page 85 of Beautiful Broken Love

“I miss you,” I told her.

She stuffed her mouth with more pasta, then after chewing and swallowing, asked, “Have you ever tried Madonna’s? Their carbonara is so good.”

“I haven’t.”

“Maybe I can take you there one day.”

I smiled, trying to ignore the stupid nagging in my brain.She’s not going to tell you she misses you. This is your second time saying it since you last saw her. Stop being so fucking desperate.

I shook the thought away just as Davina said, “I’m getting another call. I’ll text you after.”

When the call ended, I lowered the phone with a defeated sigh. As annoying as that inner voice was, it was right. I had to chill. Davina had made it clear we wereonlysleeping together, and the conversations we were having in between were to stay in touch. I could respect that.

Besides, if I wanted to keep talking to her and keep this thing between us going, I couldn’t push the boundaries.

To my luck, our schedules finally aligned toward the end of September. With training camp and the season starting soon, that meant less movement and traveling for me. I had to get my mind right and prepare mentally and physically for a successful season.

Normally, women were thelastthing on my mind this close to the games, but there was no way in hell I was passing up a night with her.

It was cute the way she’d set everything up. She’d sent me a text, asking if I was free forbrunchon a Saturday. I shot a text right backand told her I’d been dying to have brunch with her since the last time. Then she followed it up with an address and room number for a hotel in her city.

I packed a bag and drove to Charlotte, and when I knocked on the door of her hotel room and she swung it open, my jaw dropped.

Davina stood in front of me in a satin pink robe and black lingerie that hardly concealed her brown nipples. Her hair was piled up into a sleek bun, and there was a glint in her eyes as she hung on to the edge of the door.

There were no words I could form—nothing I could say at that particular moment. All I could do was act. It’d been weeks since I last saw her in person, and now I had her, this sexy gift before me, ready to be unwrapped.

I cupped the back of her head while dropping my lips to hers, guiding her body back until I had enough room to shut the door. She laughed behind the kiss and laced her arms around the back of my neck.

Dropping my duffle bag, I picked her up in my arms and stumbled toward the bed. She tasted like red wine and smelled like coconut and that signature warm vanilla. I missed her smell. I missedher.

When her back landed on the plush comforter, I stood tall between her legs, and while I peeled my T-shirt off, she tugged at the buckle of my belt and undid it before going for the button and zipper.

When my clothes were removed, I dove in for another taste of her lips. Our next kiss was heated and deep as I tugged her panties down. She slipped out of her robe, and I knelt on the bed, clutching her hips and centering myself between her thighs.

“Come here,” I growled, bringing her closer. When I felt the head of my dick sink into her, a hiss slipped through my teeth.

The first time I’d felt her, I had to take a moment and breathe so I wouldn’t come on the spot. I swear this was just like the first time all over again, pushing into her nice and slow, feeling her pussy wrap tight around me.

Her eyes slid up to mine, and when she cupped her tits and pushed her hips upward to guide me deeper, I couldn’t hold off anymore. I buried myself inside her, and her moan pierced the air.

Fuck, she felt so tight. So wet.So damn good.

I leaned down, resting on one elbow as I wedged a hand between our bodies. Using the pads of my fingers, I rubbed her slick clit, and her back arched as she moaned again. I kept rubbing, circling, teasing, my dick hard as stone, ready to fucking explode while watching her unravel.

“Oh, Deke,” she whimpered. “I’m gonna ...”

“Gonna what, baby?” I asked, my mouth grazing hers.

“Come,” she cried. “I’m gonna come.”

She gripped my forearm that was next to her head, and when she threw her head back farther and moaned, the warmth of her orgasm coated my dick.

“Damn. You’re coming all over me, D,” I rasped, still rubbing. “You just couldn’t wait, could you?”

She threw her arms over my shoulders to bring my chest to hers. I buried my face into the crook of her neck, groaning as I lost control.

I sucked hard on her neck while throbbing, pulsing, until a deep moan ripped out of me.

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