Before he was ready, she parted her lips and enveloped him again, her hot mouth taking him all the way to the back of her throat. Leo exhaled with pleasure and surprise. Georgia gave a good, hard suck and his hand tightened instinctively on her hair. “You’re killing me. I want all your clothes off, babe. Right now.” Georgia moaned in agreement, and the vibration around his cock made him clench all his muscles in earnest. And when she backed off him, he couldn’t resist giving his hips one delicious pump, and they both groaned.
“Okay,” Georgia whispered finally. She grabbed the waistband of her skirt and fumbled with the button. He tugged it down and tossed it on the floor. There was enough street light coming through her window that he could see the heated gleam in her eye. His girl needed him, and Leo was just the man for the job.
He kicked out of the pants around his ankles and toed off his socks. Then he tapped Georgia’s knee. “I want these gone.”
Her hungry eyes held his while she shimmied out of her tights and panties. Her skin shone pale in the ambient light coming through the window. When she lay back on the bed, the smooth, curving line of her body was broken only by the little black bra she wore. He dropped a hand to her ankle then ran his palm up her shin, giving her knee a squeeze. “You have never looked more beautiful to me than you do right now.”
“Then get over here,” she said, nudging his leg with her toe.
Yes, ma’am. He climbed onto the bed, stretching out beside her, and she rolled to meet him. There was nothing tentative about their kiss. It skipped all the warm-up drills and went straight to a friendly scrimmage. Leo cupped her bare ass with his hand and squeezed. Georgia retaliated by running a hand down his body to cup his balls. When she rolled them gently in her hand, he groaned into her mouth.
Two could play at that game. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She dove in for the next kiss, and he spread her legs with his knees. With two hands, he dragged his fingertips tautly down her back. When she made a little whimpering sound he slid a palm over her butt and dropped his hand between her legs.
She was so wet that they both moaned.
“Christ,” he whispered, giving his fingers free rein to touch and tease her. Though trying to torture her had surely backfired, because he was now as hard as a fencepost and so eager that it hurt. His thumb circled slowly, and she began to ride his hand. Her kisses lost focus. She was close. He could feel it.
Leo withdrew his hand, causing Georgia to growl. He kissed the corner of her mouth with a chuckle. “If you’re okay with it, I want to feel you underneath me.”
“Do it,” she panted, sliding off his body, onto her back.
He sat up and knelt between her legs. Lifting one of her knees, he straightened her leg until her calf lay on his shoulder. Then he tugged her hips toward his body. He lined himself up at the door to paradise and pushed himself home.
The sensation of coming together was so intense that they both gasped. Below him, Georgia’s lips parted as she tipped her head back, her arms outspread.
Looking down at her this way for the first time in years, it was hard to catch his breath. He’d been worried that time and circumstance had severed their connection. But there was so much trust on her blissed-out face right now. We’re going to be okay, he allowed himself.
She caught him staring, and she tucked her hands behind her head. “Never saw you hesitate in the middle of a game before.” She gave her hips a push, and he damn near shuddered with joy. “Where’s your hustle?”
Leo smiled. Hugging her knee against his chest, he rocked his hips. The motion was subtle, but it emphasized all the places they were touching. The sensation amazed him—he could feel every soft particle of her body holding him. She was the only one he’d ever fucked without a condom, and he was grateful as hell that he’d saved that for her. He wanted nothing between them ever again. Forget hockey. He was going to do only this, forever.
Georgia moaned. “Yes. More.” She ground down against him, and Leo’s balls tightened. Okay, so doing this forever wasn’t going to work out. Ten minutes would be a challenge if she made that sound again.
“Why are you so far away?” Georgia sighed. She lifted her arms, reaching for him. “Kiss me already.”
“Soon,” he teased. “I like the view from here.” But he was just stalling. He knew if he could feel her sweet body underneath him, and her plundering kisses, it would be all over but the crying. Georgia turned him into a teenager again. Maybe they’d lost six years together, but his body didn’t know that.
Georgia gave a sexy thrust, and he felt his pulse kick up a notch. Then she lifted her hands to play with her breasts, and he had to take a deep, slow breath in order to stay where he was. His girl knew she had his attention, too. He knew that even before she gave him a secretive smile and then slid a hand down her own body to the place where they were joined. She rubbed herself, and her fingertips brushed against his root, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from blowing his load right then and there.
But it was too soon, because he needed her closer.
Leo grabbed her naughty hand. In one smooth motion he eased her leg down to the bed and then stretched out over her body. When they were nose to nose, skin to skin, he kissed her, sliding his tongue into her tempting mouth. Georgia moaned and lifted her knees to squeeze his hips.
There was something primal about this position—his girl underneath him, right where she belonged. And since she was still making happy, encouraging noises, holding back was no longer an option. He had to move, had to fuck her in earnest. He jacked his hips while she panted into his mouth.
“Leo,” she gasped. Her body squeezed him everywhere at once, and the sound of his name on her lips made him feel like a god.
That was all she wrote.
The next thing he knew, he was thrusting and shooting and roaring with sweet victory. A moment later he did a face-plant in her pillow while her arms clamped around his neck. Then they just lay there, breathing hard, wrapped up in each other.
And everything was right with the world.
TWENTY-FIVE
Grinning like an idiot into the darkness, Georgia did not want to let go of the big, sweaty man who had collapsed onto her body. There was nothing better than this. Especially because he didn’t seem to want to let go, either. After they’d both calmed down, he made no move to untangle himself from her. Instead, he just rolled them both to the side and tucked her against his chest. His fingers threaded into her hair and he let out a sigh of contentment.
After a while Georgia began to drift into the drowsy, half dreams of the sexually satisfied.
“I want to stay,” he whispered, waking her.
“Mmm.” She sighed. “I’ll find you a toothbrush.”
“I brought mine.”