“You better run, little darlin’.” I take the stairs two by two, and by the time she realizes I’m in hot pursuit, she lets out a scream, laughing as she darts to the bedroom—
Mybedroom.
I swoop down and scoop her up, twirling her around; her arms go around my neck, and our mouths meet, hot and frantic this time. Our tongues clash, lips pressed together, this urgency stronger than it was before as her fingers dig into my scalp.
We’re moaning.
My dick throbs.
Dumping her in the center of the bed, I lean to flip the light on, my big body moving to hover over hers; momentarily, I debate whether to take my shirt off.
One.
Two.
“Fuck it,” I say before yanking at the hem and pulling my shirt over my head, Posey’s soft hands already on my abs, above my belly button. Exploring.
“You’re so sexy,” she coos, sounding so unlike herself.
She’s got that sweatshirt on, but that’s gone in an instant; she doesn’t seem to hesitate to peel it off herself the same way I had with my shirt, the gray garment getting chucked to the ground.
Her bra is white.
Lace.
Next, she reaches up to remove the elastic rubber band from her hair, shaking the strands loose. I don’t see where she puts the black band, but my guess is that it’s somewhere near the sweatshirt, not that I give a shit.
I lean down to kiss her.
Her hands go to my back, fingers trailing along my spine. She dips them into the back of my waistband, palms skimming over my ass. My glutes.
It feels so fuckin’ good to have another person’s hands on me, and Posey means it. She likes me even though she’s always scowling and hollering at me to behave myself—as if I can help the fact that everything I do aggravates the shit out of her.
No woman has stood up to me the way Posey does, and that turns me on.
I don’t want anyone to kowtow to me; I want someone who considers themselves my equal—I know, she’s super tiny and shorter than I am, but that’s not what I mean when I say my equal. Even if all we’re going to do is have sex, her yelling at me turns me into a sappy fucker for some ungodly reason.
“You’re so sexy,” I tell her, kissing the side of her neck. She smells like a day’s worth of hard work and whatever perfume she had on this morning, her skin salty on my lips.
“You are.”
Posey’s small hands are skimming up the front of my chest, thumbs brushing over my nipples and feeling beneath my pecs.
They’re firm from hours of training and conditioning and getting the piss knocked out of me on the playing field. Obviously, I’m in the best shape of my life, and I’m glad she appreciates it.
I trail the tip of my finger along her bra strap, slowly up and down to tease her, finger trailing the swell of her tits.
Her breath quickens as she watches me, lips parted.
I kiss down the middle of her sternum to her belly button. Kiss her stomach and rib cage, the smell of her sweet skin getting me even harder; she’s so fucking smooth.
So fucking cute.
My fingers clench, desperate to do more but determined to take it slow, not wanting to rush butwanting it all.
Meanwhile, in my pants…
…my dick gets harder still.