Page 67 of Falling Stars

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Think of it as part of my recovery.” I grip her hips.

“But you said we’d go slow. This isn’t slow.” She starts to climb off, and I pull her back.

I hear what she’s saying, and I understand her fear. “Yes, this will change our relationship. This right here is what I avoided in high school, but I don’t want to run from what we could have anymore.” I brush her hair out of her face. “Fuck slow. We’ve done that for years. What are we waiting for? The next ice age? Come here.”

I’ve been dying to get another shot with Baylee. With my hand pressed to the back of her head, I bring her mouth to mine and slide my tongue across her bottom lip. She lets out a groan that makes me rock hard. I tilt her head and delve into her mouth where our tongues do a slow duel.

Electric. That’s the only way I can describe the sensation rushing through my body. That high I get from playing a great game? From catching a touchdown pass? From nabbing all those football accolades? Nothing comes close to kissing Baylee.

I wasn’t lying when I told her I wasn’t ready for her when I was seventeen.

Because this? This is high-diving off Niagara Falls. Climbing Mount Everest. Surfing the highest ocean swell.

Sure, one wrong move might kill you.

But damn, it’s worth it.

“Baylee,” I whisper. “Baby, there’s nobody but you. I’ve just been too dumb to realize it.”

Tightening my fingers in her hair, I kiss her harder, and she moans again. Her hands grip my shoulders as she starts to grind.

Fuck, yes. I grab her luscious ass and yank her closer.

“You feel that?” I lean back and thrust up against her. “That’s all for you.”

A sultry smile spreads on her flushed face when she reaches down to put her hand over my dick. Her smile falters. “Jesus, Maverick. I knew you were big, but what the hell? Do you declare this on your taxes?”

I chuckle. “Unbutton me. My jeans are choking it.”

Thankfully, she obliges. I shift my boxer briefs down, and my dick springs up, delighted to see her.

Running her finger down my shaft, she smirks. “Want a rehab blow job? You know, just to make sure everything works properly.”

Fucking brilliant. “Only if I can return the favor.”

That makes her frown. “Mav, I don’t think you should be leaning over me for oral sex.”

“Who said anything about leaning? You’re gonna sit on my face.”

She lets out a choked laugh. “You broke your neck. I’m not sitting on your face.”

“Don’t worry about the details. Take off your shirt.”

Reaching up to unbutton her old flannel, she tuts. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re bossy?”

She might think she doesn’t like that, but the way her breathing hitches tells me otherwise. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” I shove my hand in her hair again and pull her head back so I can nibble the soft skin along her neck. Her hands fumble with her buttons, but eventually she pulls her flannel down, which leaves her in a thin tank top. I gently bite the tendon along her shoulder, and she shudders in my arms.

I grab the hem of her shirt, and she helps me slide it off. Her bra barely contains her. “Fuck, you have great tits. Take off your bra.” I’ve been fantasizing about them from the moment I stepped into my condo and saw her sleeping on my couch.

She pauses. “I might leak on you. Will that be weird? I’ve never had sex post-baby, so I don’t know?—”

I rest my finger on her lips. “Not weird, no. I’m ready for whatever you got.”

Reaching back, she unsnaps her bra and the fabric falls down her shoulders. I shove my face between her glorious tits and breathe her in. “You always smell so good. You’ve Pavlov-ed me. Now I get in the shower and smell your peachy scent and spring an instant hard-on.”

She giggles again, and I run my nose along her soft skin. Slowly, I run my hands up her sides until I cradle her heavy breasts. I glance up to her to make sure we’re okay, and the look of hunger on her face almost makes me lose control.

While I watch her, I lick one plump nipple, around and around, until I close my lips around it and suck.

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