Page 110 of Putting Out
“That’s what worked for me. Doesn’t mean you’ll need to do the same. You do have to get it through your head that Reilly doesn’t equal golf. And golf isn’t the only thing that makes you Reilly. There’s more. Right here in this room, there’s more.”
“You mean you.”
“Hell, yeah I mean me. We’re something together. I don’t know what, but I want to find out. Phase one was about walking away. Phase two was letting go of the past. Finalize my last divorce and then phase three was to come after you. Although I don’t think I knew it until I saw the announcement. It was the trigger. Without it I still would have gotten around to you… eventually.”
“I feel so flattered.”
“You should,” he replied to her sarcasm. “Like I said, I’m a catch.”
She laughed and let him hug her even harder deciding she loved the feel of him surrounding her. If this was what being with Luke meant, it might be worth a try. But she was scared.
“Do you think I’m messed up?”
“Not even a question.”
“I mean, really… you know, because of my parents. Maybe I’m too scared to be with anyone because I’ve already lost so much.”
“Maybe,” he said softly. “But I’m not anyone. Forget this. I don’t want to argue with you tonight. Let’s go back to bed and have some more sex.”
“’Kay,” she agreed. “You promise to make me forget what’s going to happen tomorrow at least for a little while?”
“For the next hour, anyway.”
“You are ambitious.”
“I told you I have skills. In the morning you’re going to wake up and it’s all still going to be there. I can’t change that, but I can give you some advice.”
Luke took her hand and led her to the bed where he fell onto his back and helped her to straddle his hips. They had advanced well beyond the standard missionary position and in fact had created a few new ones.
She teased him a bit and then let him slide inside her already aroused body.
“You’re not going to give me some cheesy advice about visualizing everyone in the crowd naked.”
“No, but that’s kind of hot, don’t you think?”
“Kenny will be standing next to me,” she reminded him.
“Oh, yeah, you don’t want to go there.”
He pulled her hips over him and twisted a bit to penetrate her more completely, sighing with delight as he did.
“No, I was just going to tell you when you’re standing there and everyone is holding their breath waiting for you and you think you’re going to explode with the tension, you have to remember… you’re a golf player. Go play golf.”
Reilly fell over him, her hands on either side of his head, her hair creating a canopy around them. “That’s your advice. Go play.”
“It’s good advice,” he insisted even as he reached up to play with her breasts. She slapped one hand away, but he cupped her with his other hand.
“It sucks.” But she didn’t attempt to pull away from his very skilled hands.
“I’m sorry, did you say sucks? Now there’s a cry for attention if I ever heard one.”
He lifted his head off the bed and sucked her uncovered nipple into his mouth. In retaliation she ground her hips against his erection and the two of them moaned with delight.
“Remind me to give you hell tomorrow,” Reilly told him. “For now I’ve got better uses for my mouth.”
“Amen,” he whispered.
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