Page 53 of The Wedding Deal
If his craving for her hadn’t turned all-consuming, he might’ve told her to be patient, the way he had earlier when he was teasing her and drawing it out. But he couldn’t wait to sink himself between her legs and get even more lost in the feel of her.
Bracing himself on his elbows, he nudged her slick entrance. He covered her mouth with his, kissing her as he thrust inside.
He did his best to draw it out, but it’d been a while, and part of him still couldn’t believe he was having sex with this incredible, beautiful woman. He managed to hold on until he felt her clench around him. She cried out his name, and the second her release had finished having its way with her body, he let go and followed after her.
As soon as his breathing returned to semi-normal, he drew her to him. He kissed her bare shoulder and skimmed his fingers down her side. He knew how quickly things could change, how life could give you a great moment and take it away, so he wanted to hold on to this one as long as he could. “Stay the night with me?”
She twisted enough to look at him, those green eyes peering deep into his soul and grabbing hold of it. “Okay,” she said.
As he drifted off with her warm body against his, he took a few seconds to memorize everything about her, from her scent to her mussed hair to how perfectly she fit against him and the happy sigh sound she made when he hugged her tighter.
That way, when the bulldozer called life inevitably came calling, he could relive this moment, this night, again and again.
Chapter Twenty
To help ensure Charlotte didn’t wake up and immediately regret everything, Lance ordered coffee and asked them to bring more of the creamer she liked, since he’d noticed it was running low. He’d also added bacon, because bacon.
She rolled over in bed as he finished up the call, her head coming to rest on his shoulder.
“I ordered breakfast,” he said after he’d done a contortionist-worthy twist to get the phone back in its cradle without risking Charlotte slipping off him.
“I heard.”
He swiped the hair off her face and dragged his thumb over her cheekbone. “How are you feeling this morning?”
A contented sigh came out, punctuated by a brilliant smile.
“Good,” he said. “I was afraid you might regret crossing lines.”
She sat up, the sheet tucked across her breasts. “No. But that does remind me, I need to work up a new addendum and—”
He groaned. “I should’ve never said anything. And that can wait. Right now, we’re enjoying the chance to lay in bed for a few more minutes.” He tugged her back to him, wrapping an arm around her and planting a kiss on her lips. It’d been a long time since he’d woken up next to anyone, and he found that he liked it. He knew he couldn’t get used to it—not when his life and the team was in such upheaval—but none of the panic that’d accompanied some of his previous relationships came along for the ride.
Probably because she knew where he stood and he knew where she did, and that helped alleviate some of that pressure.
“They said the food would arrive in about thirty minutes,” he said. “Think that gives us enough time to take a shower?”
“Well, it’d certainly save time if we showered together, and we do have all that work to do.”
He brushed his lips across hers. “Have I mentioned I like the way your mind works?”
She surprised him by climbing over his body to straddle him and take control of the kiss. He happily let her have her way with him for a minute or two. Then he pushed himself up with her in his arms and carried her into the bathroom, where under the spray of water, they managed to amp up the steam even more.
…
After shower sex and breakfast, Charlotte had barely had time to rush to her room and change into fresh clothes before hurrying back to the “office” for the phone call with a prospective quarterback. His agent had contacted Lance yesterday while she was at the spa. His client was currently a restricted free agent who’d been wanting to play for someone different for a while.
As the thirty-minute call was winding down, Lance thanked him for taking the time to talk with them and for his interest in the Mustangs.
Charlotte was so lost in thought that Lance had to nudge her knee. “Oh. Yeah. Goodbye. It was nice chatting with you.”
“We’ll be in touch.” Lance disconnected the call and twisted on the couch to face her. “What is it?”
“You tell me your thoughts first.”
He looked like he was going to object, but then he braced his forearms on his knees. “He’s our top prospect so far. He’s willing to play for us, for one, and he’s got a hell of an arm. He has a few seasons under his belt, so he doesn’t have some of the issues a rookie would, but he hasn’t played for long enough that he’s so set in his ways it’s impossible to get him to change it up. I think we can make it work.”
She nodded. Then nodded some more.
