“Come here.” I hold out my arms, and Milly climbs onto the bed and straddles my lap, wearing a pair of short plaid shorts and the baseball shirt I let her borrow the other day. It’s enormous on her but she looks good in it.
Really fucking good.
“Did you have fun?” she asks, dancing her fingers over my bare chest. “My family can be a little invasive. I hope they didn’t scare you away.”
“You’re currently sitting on my lap, and I’m pretty sure there are hearts in my eyes as I stare up at you, so you tell me if I was scared away.”
“Hearts in your eyes?” She leans down and brings her forearms to my chest, propping herself up just enough so her lips can find mine. “Does that mean you like me even more after meeting my family?”
“You could say that. Seeing how you interact with them, the way you all laugh the same, with a slight tilt to your head, and how much love you have for every single one of them was really sexy. I don’t have a big family, it’s always been just my dad and me since my mom passed, so it was nice seeing how you interact with your family . . . like they’re part of your lifeline.”
“They mean everything to me. They’re the reason I have so much confidence to do what I do.”
“I could tell. But I hope you know, it only made me want to attach myself more to you. Are you prepared for that? I might become a clinger.”
“Are you telling me you’re not already a clinger?” She kisses my chin. “Because from the way you can’t stop touching me, I’d say you’re a stage-five clinger.”
I shrug. “Where you’re concerned, I’m not ashamed to admit that yeah, I might be a stage-five clinger.”
She chuckles and brings her lips to mine. My hands fall to her back and my mouth parts, giving her more access. She shifts up my body and brings her arms by my head where she straddles my ears. Her hands fall to the short strands of my hair and they twist and turn as her lips capture mine in a warm, passionate kiss that has my body stirring and my groin hardening.
Tongues dancing, our mouths taking control, I glide my hands under her shirt and drag the fabric up and over her head. She sits up, helping me remove it completely, leaving her in a purple lace bra that barely covers her ample breasts. Her hair falls over her shoulders in a mound of curls and her shorts are folded at the waist, showing off her fit body.
She’s so fucking hot.
Hands on her thighs, I say, “Mills, you’re a fucking dream girl.”
She smiles at me. “You’re not so bad yourself. Do you like my bra?”
“A lot. Please don’t tell me Cory, oh God, or Cheryl, got that for you too.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I picked this out just for you.”
“That’s hot. Does your underwear match?” She nods. “Let me see.” She shifts off me for a second, removes her shorts, and then climbs back on my lap. My hands fall to her bare ass and my eyes widen. “Are you wearing a thong?”
“Yeah, it’s kind of awful, but I wanted to wear it for you.”
“Milly,” I say gently. “You didn’t have to do that.”
She shrugs and stretches out across my body. Legs to legs, hips to hips, and chests rising and falling together. “I wanted to. You make me feel sexy, and I wanted to show you how much.”
“You’re so fucking hot.” I grip her cheeks and sigh, I’m so goddamn lucky I met this girl and let her school me in the sport I spent my entire life learning. “Can I ask you something?”
Her finger circles around my cheek and her lips grow closer and closer to my mouth. She’s on a mission, but I need to talk to her about what’s been on my mind before we move forward, because from the looks of it, Milly wants to go all the way tonight.
“You can ask me anything.” Softly, like a feather, her lips brush against mine and fuck, it makes me snap for a second. My hand grips the back of her neck and I bring her in closer right before rolling her to her back and pressing my erection against her leg. She gasps but then smiles against my mouth. “I love how easily you’re turned on.”
“It happens easily with you around.” I work my mouth across her lips, to her cheek, and down her neck, forgetting that I wanted to ask her something. It isn’t until she gasps when I nip at her collarbone that I realize I have a question.
When I remove my mouth from her skin, she protests with a big sigh. “What are you doing?”
“Question,” I mutter, my dick hating me for stopping my pursuit.
“Right, okay, make it quick.”
Laughing, I pull up so I’m not too tempted, but don’t stray too far. I allow my fingers to toy with the straps of her bra.
“We graduated and I have some big things coming up, so I kind of wanted to see where you stood.”
The lust in her face sobers and she grows serious. “What do you mean? Like, where I stand in this relationship?”
“Yeah.” I look to the side and try to figure out how to say this in the best way. “Life is going to change drastically soon, and I guess I just wanted to see where your head’s at. Are you in this for the long haul or are you going to call it quits after, you know . . . I’m drafted? There’s a lot of uncertainty and your life is going to be here in Chicago, and who knows where I’ll end up.”
She bites her bottom lip and avoids all eye contact with me. My stomach immediately drops.
“Well, what are you thinking? Do you want to take a break?” she asks in a pensive voice.
“What?” My brow forms a V. I’m shocked she would say that. “A break, from you? No.” Her eyes snap to mine, relief clear. “Milly, I’m asking if you want to do long-distance with me, if you think you can handle it? Shit, I’m not strong enough to go on a break from you. I wouldn’t be able to stay away. I want you in my life, for the long haul. I just want to make sure that’s what you want.”
And just like that, her dimples reappear, and her hand falls to the nape of my neck. “Of course, that’s what I want, Carson. I understand your life is about to get really crazy. I saw Cory go through it, and I believe I’m more prepared than any other girlfriend in my same situation to handle your insane schedule and the lonely nights. I just wanted to make sure you still wanted me.”
Jesus Christ, this woman.
“Milly, I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting you.”
“Really?”
I nod. “Yeah. You give me strength and push me to be not just a better ballplayer, but a better person. It’s going to be challenging, but I wouldn’t want to go through it with anyone else but you.”
She brings my mouth down to hers and flips my world upside down when she pours her passion in to our kiss.
There’s no question where her head’s at when she spreads her legs wide and moves her hand down to my ass, encouraging me to move against her. I glide my erection along her center, the fabric between us driving me crazy as with each pass I grind harder and harder, her cries of passion lighting me up inside.
“Shit, Mills. Do you want this? Do you want me?”
“All of you,” she answers. Thank fuck. Thank you, Jesus. I want this girl so much. And she wants all of me. That’s what she’s going to get, because there’s nothing more I want right now.