When Cece and Brogan leave, he adds two fingers and whispers all the dirty things he wants to do with me.
We walk back in the penthouse, and Jasper is cleaning up. He takes in my tousled hair and the tent in Tuck’s slacks and announces he’s going to Courtney’s.
The door shuts, and I’m unzipping my skirt in the den. I unhook my bra, and my breasts swing free. I cup them, brushing them against the diamonds. “Take off your clothes,” I demand, an edge to my voice. If I don’t get him inside me soon ...
He takes it slow, first easing off his sweater and undershirt, then slowly unzipping his pants and shoving them down. His underwear is next, and his length springs free.
He prowls to me, a fierce look in his eyes. He stares down at me, searching my face. “Want to come, Princess?”
I turn around, brace my arms on the back of his couch, and wiggle my ass. “Yes.”
He palms my breasts, then slides his hand down my back as fire licks where he touches. He rips my panties in pieces, and when I tell him how much they cost, he says he’ll buy me more. I hear the crinkle of a condom; then he lines up behind me, his arms alongside mine, the tingle from his skin giving me goose bumps. He teases me with small strokes, then gives me more, then more.
I turn my head and hold his gaze. It’s our thing. Intimate. He needs it. To be seen. I gasp and arch my back while he strums my clit like an instrument.
“I want to see your face,” he says in a guttural voice from deep inside his chest.
We end up on the fur rug in front of the fireplace. He covers me, hooking my knees under his hands as he slides in.
The diamonds jiggle around my breasts as we fuck.
And fuck.
And fuck.
The feel of him; the protective, possessive gleam in his eyes; the excitement of the edging—I’m coming undone.
I combust around him, calling his name as my hands dig into his skin. My pussy clenches and vibrates as he pauses and rotates his hips, digging into me, groaning at the feel of me tightening.
His hand cups my face as our breaths mingle. He stares at me, holding me captive as he reaches closer to the top. There’s a question in his gaze, a need for something. His lush lips part. “Jesus. Baby. Sweetheart. You. You. I lo—”
He stops and breaks apart in ecstasy, his head dipping to take possession of my lips in a savage, open-mouthed kiss. I ride the wave with him, my hands stroking his shoulders frantically, rubbing his face, pushing the hair out of his eyes.
“Mine,” he murmurs as he rolls me on top of him.
The fire crackles as I rest my face on his chest, listening to the thump of his heart.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
I’ll tell him.
Chapter 16
TUCK
I walk into Coletta’s Italian Bistro and see Coach Hardy, the head coach for the Pythons. A tall and distinguished man with gray hair, he played quarterback for Virginia Tech back in the day. Being from the same home state bonded us in a way. I’m not so sure about that now.
He takes my hand. “Good to see you, Tuck. It’s weird not seeing everyone around all the time, huh? First playoffs we haven’t made in years.”
I wince, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Where the hell is your coat? Aren’t you cold?”
“Nah.” I nod to the maître d’, who tells me that Ben, my agent, is already waiting for us at a quiet table in the back.
We stroll through the restaurant and take our seats. Ben is there, dressed in a killer suit with his dark hair slicked back. We share pleasantries as our whiskeys are delivered. Seemed like the right thing to order. I need something to calm my nerves.
Coach Hardy adjusts his tie and clears his throat as he looks at me. “Tuck, you and I have spoken in my office about the upcoming year. I’ve met with the owner, and we’ve had some discussions. I want you to know that I wanted you to stay, but with the losses we took this year,the overall feeling is we need a fresh start. You’re the hardest-working player, and you’ve been with the franchise since you were drafted. We respect that. We admire your tenacity and dedication. But you’re older, and you’ve had some personal issues. Perhaps it’s time for you to take a break, maybe figure out what you want. We, the team, want to go in a new direction.” He exhales.