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“I do.”

“Then you’ve got to believe me when I tell you that it’s been a while for me, and I swear on everything I own that I’ve always been cautious. I’ll use protection if you want me to…”

“Wait a minute.” I blinked in disbelief. “What do you mean, it’s been a while?”

The pads of his fingers brushed along my jawline. “You are all I’ve thought about besides football. I didn’t have the time or the desire to be with anyone else.”

His confession was my undoing. “Really?”

He brushed my hair aside and cupped my face. “Swear on my life.”

“We don’t need to use anything. I believe you.”

If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that JP would never do anything to risk my safety.

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip when he lined up at my entrance. I was convinced I couldn’t take much more a few seconds ago. Oh, how wrong I was. The feeling of him finally sliding into me sent cries of relief through the room. Rolling his hips forward, I felt him slowly stretch me until I was completely filled.

JP was big everywhere, and you wouldn’t hear one complaint from me.

He thrust forward, and my nails went to his shoulders. Wrapping a leg around his middle, he pulled out and slammed forward, drawing pleasure from my body in places I didn’t know were possible. Tears leaked from my eyes as he kept a rhythm that moved exactly in sync with mine. His hips swirled and ground, and I became an embarrassing mess of sighs and pants. With him being an athlete, he knew how to use his body; I just had no idea it could feel this incredible.

His kisses were patient, and his body’s slow movement over mine drove me to the brink of insanity. I couldn’t figure out if he was teasing or torturing me. I was mindless and helpless and completely at his mercy. That bundle of nerves I tried to hold back didn’t stand a chance.

My back arched underneath him, begging and pleading with him to finish this. Instead of giving me what my body craved, he shifted his hips, creating a new friction, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted a release or to revel in this feeling forever.

My fingers trailed down his spine, letting him take what he needed from me. I could feel the muscles in his back as he thrust harder. He pulled out and drove his hips forward, hitting the spot where I needed him most.

I hugged his body to mine and urged him to end this because I couldn’t take much more. I never felt anything like this. He was deep inside me but still didn’t feel close enough. JP was deliberate and controlled with his movements; he was fast and slow, and I couldn’t keep up.

Circling his finger against my swollen clit, I understood why I’d avoided him all these years. The feeling was too much. I should have mentally prepared better because now I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to come back from this.

“I can’t take much more,” I warned as that familiar sensation pushed through me.

“Yes, you can.” He wrapped my hair in his fist and pumped harder. “You. Me. This,” he said as that ache building inside me started to crest to the surface, “was meant to happen.” His thrusts turned rough; his thighs began to shake, and that little thread of control I held on to disintegrated. “But make no mistake, we will not be done because I want more than this. This is not the end, it’s just the fucking beginning.” He cursed under his breath and released himself inside me.

CHAPTER10

JP

Proppingmy face in my hand, I grinned at the sight before me. Last night was incredible and completely unexpected. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what I was feeling.

It’s been ages since I slept in the same bed with a woman. It was too intimate and often led to mixed signals and the person drawing the wrong conclusions about my intentions. With Rylee, I wanted to take my time and savor every second. For the first time in my adult life, I was considering something more. Maybe because I’d gone so long without human touch, I had forgotten how good that connection felt.

There were no awkward kisses or moments of hesitation. We just clicked.

My fingers skimmed along her back, feeling like the luckiest guy on earth. How I got her in my bed was a damn miracle. It felt like she saw past the JP (Just Playin’) Watson or whatever the media was calling me this week. This type of contentment should have scared me, but all I could think about was how I could convince her to stay.

“Morning.” She lifted her head and squinted her eyes.

I dropped a kiss on her hair. “Morning, Sunshine.”

She was quiet for a second while my hands silently roamed her body. “Why do you call me Sunshine?”

I pulled the covers up over her shoulder. “Because you’re always glaring at me.”

She swatted my shoulder and narrowed her eyes. “I do not glare.”

I brought the pads of my thumbs against her skin to help smooth out the tightness around her eyes. “What do you call this?”

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