Page 26 of Rematch
Her orgasm took him down like an avalanche, his own cries mingling with hers as jet after jet filled the condom. He’d never come this hard in his whole life.
“Chelsea. Fuck. Goddammit.”
Her nails scored his back, the sting adding another layer to the pleasure. For a second, he swore to God he had an out-of-body experience, the edges of his vision fading to darkness, everything straight ahead nothing but a bright white light.
Only her voice, breathlessly calling out his name, kept him tethered to Earth.
They remained there for several minutes, him caging her beneath him, his weight resting on his elbows by her sides. He kissed her gently, over and over, obsessed with her lips, her tongue, her. All of her.
Resting his forehead against hers, he smiled, breathing in her scent, certain he’d never smelled anything sweeter.
Chelsea shifted slightly and he realized just how much he didn’t want to leave her body.
Slowly, he withdrew, his dick still riding at half-mast despite the fact he’d just come. He paused when the condom slipped, and he quickly reached between them, his fingers dipping inside to grab it, pulling the condom out of her before it fell off completely.
“Slipped,” he murmured. “I’ve got it.”
Chelsea didn’t say anything, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion, her cheeks flushed pink from all the pleasure.
He left the bed, heading to the bathroom to toss the condom before washing his hands and splashing some water on his face.
He studied his reflection in the mirror, his thoughts hazy as he tried to gather his wits. What a night! When regret that this was all they could have slipped in, he shut the feeling down and returned to the bedroom.
Walking to the bed, he dropped next to her on his back. The bed was damp from their exertions, the room actually steamy. He wondered if she had enough energy to join him in the shower.
Chelsea was the first to break the silence. “Preston?”
“Yeah?”
Please don’t ask to leave, he thought. Preston would drive her home if she wanted, but he really hoped he could convince her to give him the whole night. And then maybe he’d talk her into staying for breakfast in the morning. He was ready to be greedy, to take as much as he could before saying goodbye.
She twisted on her side to face him, so he turned his head to look at her.
“Tonight was incredible,” she said. “I don’t think I can express what it’s meant to me. What you’ve done for me.”
He smiled, even though he hated the tone of finality in her voice. He’d gone into this knowing it couldn’t be any more than one night, but apparently, the hopeless romantic had decided to move in for good.
“Tonight was incredible,” he repeated, agreeing. “But it’s not over. Spend the whole night with me.”
She nodded. “Of course. I’d like that. I want to.”
He was suffused with relief, even as he cursed himself for being a fool. For prolonging the inevitable. “Could I convince you to join me for a shower?”
She giggled. “A sexy shower?”
“The sexiest.” Preston stood once more, reaching to help her out of bed. He let his eyes slide over her gorgeous curves. Too many of the puck bunnies who hovered around him and his teammates were super-thin women with Botoxed lips, boob jobs, dyed hair, extensions. Everything about them was more fake than real, as they spent big bucks trying to achieve what they thought men wanted. He couldn’t speak for other guys, but all that money-generated beauty missed the mark by a mile when it came to what he found attractive in women.
Chelsea, with her curly chestnut hair, expressive dark brown eyes, and curvy figure with round hips and tits that filled his hands to perfection, was all real, and his exact idea of true beauty. She didn’t wear much makeup because she didn’t need to. She had a healthy complexion with her pink cheeks, full lips, long, thick lashes, and the cutest damn dimples he’d ever seen.
She blushed under his intense scrutiny of her body. “I, uh, I have a bit of a sweet tooth. While I love cupcakes, they don’t exactly love me.” As she spoke, she covered her rounded stomach with her hands.
Preston pulled them away, then ran the back of his fingers over her side before digging them into her waist softly so that he could pull her against him. “You’re beautiful, Chelsea, and your body is banging.”
She laughed. “I think we’re going to have to agree to disagree on that because…” She drew her fingertips over his chest, lightly scratching him with one of her nails. “If anyone has a banging body in here, it’s you. I swear to God, it’s like you’re chiseled from stone.”
“Too much time spent in the gym.” That time was a necessary part of his job, but he didn’t add that tidbit.
“If that’s the end result, I’d say it’s the perfect amount.”
