Page 9 of The Fun Part
She scoffs. “Okay. How bad are your knees? Tonight’s all about pleasure.”
I shift uncomfortably, my boner not going anywhere. I realize too late that she’s already speeding out of town, and I probably should’ve met her at the hotel in my car. “Basically, as long asI’m not doing squats or a lot of kneeling, I get by fine. The rest of me is still in athlete form.”
She glances over at me. “I noticed.”
“I noticed you too.”
“My athletic form?”
“Your sexy form.”
“God, I want you.”
My gut tightens as desire blazes through me. “Mutual,” I croak.
She squeezes my arm. “I’ve got condoms in my purse, so no worries.”
Heat creeps up my neck. I’ve never spoken so openly with a woman before we get naked. “Great.”
She smiles, glances at me, and does a double take. “Are you blushing?”
“It’s the streetlights casting weird shadows.”
“This is going to be so fun.”
Mackenzie
The moment we get to Cal’s hotel room, we collide in a passionate kiss. All my doing because I throw myself at him. I missed this passion in my life. I unbutton his shirt and pull it off him. Then I shimmy off my dress, standing in my red lace panties and bra. He gets naked at lightning speed, his eyes eating me up as I slip off my bra and panties.
I pull back the covers and bounce into bed. He joins me, rolling me to my side so we’re chest to chest. His big hand cradles my jaw as he kisses me again, only this time he’s more tender. No, tender is for lovers. This is just sex. I bite his lowerlip. He jolts, but then he’s all in. Urgent and raw, the kiss turns wild, his hands roaming all over me.
Yes, yes, yes. The bold assurance in his hands tells me he knows what he’s doing. I’m ready for him. Now.
I push him onto his back and climb on top of him. His dark eyes look glazed, almost like shock and awe, like this experience is new for him. But that can’t be. Don’t gorgeous ball players get their pick of women?
He brushes my hair back from my face, his voice husky. “I’ve never done anything like this before. Meet and go to bed.”
“Me either,” I lie. I guess the commitment-phobe waits for the second or third date, but I say why postpone pleasure? I’m choosy with men, but I know when someone’s a good pick for me.
I kiss him, reveling in his sensual lips, his clean scent, and the powerful body beneath mine. I reach for my purse to retrieve the condom when he stops me.
“Whoa, slow down. If I only get one night, I want to make it last.”
“Oh, right. Let me get prepared.”
He waits for me to set a condom on the nightstand, and then rolls me to my back. His arms rest on either side of me, holding his weight. He brushes the lightest of kisses on the corners of my lips and then another light kiss in the center.
He kisses me like he has all night. I’m restless beneath him, used to a fast ride, but within moments I’m melting into the mattress. His fingers slide along my neck, bringing a shiver.
Sweet, slow, and easy. That’s Cal’s deal. And I feel too good to move things along.
He lifts his head, his deep voice rough, scraping against my insides. “I can’t get enough of you.”
My lips part. I’m momentarily dazed. He kisses my chin, my cheeks, the sensitive spot below my ear. And then it’s nothingbut soft sighs as he learns my body, coaxing pleasure from every part of me from my head to my toes, lingering in my favorite spots long enough to draw out moans and total abandon. My climax hits hard, cascading sensation after sensation that leaves me spent.
When he finally joins with me, our gazes lock, and a shock of emotions washes over me. I close my eyes. I don’t know him well enough to feel so much. Like a meeting of souls. It’s only because he went too slow.
Disturbed, I urge him on, rocking under him, kissing him passionately, putting my all into losing myself in the physical. He cradles my jaw, kissing me urgently as he rocks into me.Yes, right there. I come apart, white-hot pleasure consuming me. He goes over a few moments later, his breath harsh in my ear.
