Page 29 of The Wildest One
It was like he had more to say, but he wouldn’t. Or he couldn’t. And he was letting his hands and his eyes and his close presence say the rest.
Until I heard, “Thank you.”
I found myself moving back so I could get a better look at him, which put several inches between our lips. “For what?”
He fanned his fingers across my cheeks in a way that tilted my head up. “For being everything I didn’t know I wanted.”
Tomorrow morning was when he’d leave, but this was his goodbye.
I could feel it.
I could see it.
I knew there were far too many states between us and we were in different stages of life.
But I also knew this wouldn’t be Beck’s last visit here.
“You don’t play in Boston again this season. We fly to LA instead. But maybe we’ll make the playoffs, and I’ll get to see you.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Boston isn’t making the fucking playoffs.”
“Hey”—I pointed at his chest—“that’s my team you’re talking shit about.”
“I happen to know a lot about your team, and I know they don’t have what it takes to clinch a playoff spot this season.” He ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “I’m just being honest.”
“Then how about next season?” When he didn’t say anything, I continued, “If you have time while you’re here, we can grab a drink … or something. You know, after the game.”
He moved back to the position he had been in before, our lips almost touching, the smell of the air filled with the spiciness of his scent. “Next season is an eternity from now.”
My eyes briefly closed. “I know.”
“Fuck, Jolie.” He rubbed his nose over mine, and when he stopped, pulling it away to align our mouths, he whispered, “Kiss me.”
And I did.
With a level of passion that showed just how much I was going to miss him.
SEVEN
Beck
Araging hard-on was what caused my eyes to flick open, my heart immediately pounding as I recalled the dream I’d just had. The one that was all about Jolie’s lips. The way they parted for my dick, how deep her mouth bobbed down my shaft. How I came on the back of her tongue and she swallowed me.
Basically, a fucking recap of what had happened after we left the boat and got back to the hotel last night. She was so good at giving head that my brain didn’t want to let it go.
The room was still dark. I had no idea what time it was. I checked my phone, and I still had a couple of hours before my alarm would go off and I’d need to go to the airport.
In the meantime, there was no way, with my dick this stiff, I’d be able to go back to sleep.
And there was no way my dick was going to soften anytime soon.
Not when I was looking at the outline of Jolie’s naked body, fucking stroking my cock as I stared at her.
Her hair covered every inch of her pillow, and there was a faint hint of vanilla amber in the air.
Jesus, I was going to miss her taste.
Her smell.
