Page 72 of Home Town Advantage
She thought about leaving after midnight but hadn’t driven the Philly highways at night yet and was a little scared. I talked her into staying. On some level, I know she wanted to. I see her internal battle. I understand her struggles but desperately want her to push past them.
I pull the blankets down to reveal her naked body. She’s so breathtakingly beautiful. I love it when she wraps those long legs around me.
Her pussy lips are swollen from the hours of attention they received last night. I get off on the fact that it’s all because of me.
I know she’s full of my come, and I love it. Once again, we didn’t use a condom. I wonder if there’s a chance her IUD isn’t working. Nothing would make me happier than to see her stomach swollen with my baby. I harden at the thought.
Sliding down the bed, I spread her legs further and situate myself between them. I run a finger through and then into her. Her walls pulse around my finger. Still asleep, she lets out an involuntary moan. Responding in her sleep? That’s so hot.
I bend my head and slowly run my tongue through her a few times. With my eyes on her face, I see the moment she wakes. She smiles and runs her fingers through my hair, giving it the tug she knows I crave from her.
Before I know it, we’re going at it again. I’m insatiable for this woman. I will never get enough of her.
An hour later, we’re stepping out of my shower. She glares at me. “Why are you smiling so much? It’s off-putting.”
I chuckle. “I love having you here. You look good in my house. I want more of it.”
Her face falls. “Vance, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“I think you like it but won’t admit it out loud.”
She blows out a breath. “I won’t lie and say we don’t have astrong physical connection, we do.Morethan strong. But it can’t be like that between us. It can’t ever go anywhere. You know why. How would I ever explain that to my friends and family?”
My jaw tics. Can’t she see how much I care about her? How much I’ve always cared? “Give me something, Sulley.” I pull her towel-covered body close to mine, rub away a few droplets of water still on her face, and look down at her. “I don’t care about any of them. This is us. You and me. It’s private. No one else’s business.”
She shakes her head. “You and me together? Everyone would make it their business. It would be plastered everywhere. There’d be nothing private about it.”
She tries to move out of my hold, but I don’t let her. “Vance, let me go.”
“That’s the problem. I don’t want to let you go. What if we were to spend time together but didn’t tell anyone else? We keep it between you and me.”
Her eyebrows pinch together. “Like a top-secret relationship?”
I smile at her adorableness. “Sure, we can call it that.”
She drags her lower lip through her teeth, and I immediately harden thinking about what those lips did to my cock last night. I see the moment she realizes it because her cheeks flush. It’s the Irish heritage. Flushed cheeks are her tell. She can’t hide it. I know I’ve got her.
Running my finger slowly under the top of her towel, I pull it until it drops to the ground. My lips find her collarbone and kiss along it, giving it a few small bites. It drives her wild. It’s a definite weakness of hers.
“We could,” kiss, “make love,” kiss, “anytime we want,” kiss, “wherever we want,” kiss. I run my fingers through her center and then into her. Her grip on my arm tightens. “You could have me inside you all the time. Whenever you want it, baby.”
She shivers, as she does every time I call her baby. Why is she denying herself what she so clearly wants?
I suppose I know the answer to that.
“Vance,” she breathes as she leans all her weight on me. “Deeper.”
“You got it, baby. As deep as you want.”
EIGHTEEN
SULLEY
We’re just about to finish practice. I’m in a bit of a rush to get home. Tonight is my dinner party. I’m nervous. I’ve never hosted anything like this. I’m grateful for Layla’s help. Presley is going to stay with the baby until the sitter comes so Layla can help me get everything ready. She’s going to shower and change at my house.
I dribble the ball a few times and toss an alley-oop up for Kennedy so she can attempt a dunk, but she slams it directly onto the rim and then lands hard on her ass. She groans in disappointment. “Fuck me! I’ll never get to dunk. I’m too fucking short. My damn mother and her genes fucked me over.”
I giggle. “You must be over six feet.” She’s an inch or two taller than me. “You’re hardly short.”
