I reach out for her, but she steps back, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
“You know what? I think I need a shower too, actually. That was a long flight from LA.”
“Yeah? How’d you like your first-class seat?”
Her eyebrows tug together in annoyance. “That wasn’t necessary.”
I grin and shrug as if to say, Get used to it.
She hums, back to playing her little game as she saunters past me toward the bathroom, lifting her tank top up and off her head then dangling it on her finger tauntingly before letting it slip and puddle on the ground. Her naked back momentarily steals my good sense. I’ve never considered myself a back man, but there isn’t a single part of Raelynn that doesn’t turn me on. I take in the curve of her feminine shoulders, the smooth skin along the slope of her spine. She doesn’t peer back at me as she walks into the bathroom to turn on the water for the shower, but I follow right behind her, watching as she confidently steps out of her pajama shorts and panties, no concern regarding whether I’m watching her or not. She knows I am.
It’s the first time I’ve seen her naked in a year and a half, and her beauty arrests me. Raelynn is pure sunshine, and looking at her like this feels blinding. I momentarily pause as I take in her slight frame, trying to comprehend how someone so small could have such a strong grip on me. I would crawl on my hands and knees for her and beg if she demanded it, and the realization doesn’t come with a sense of foreboding or shame. It’s nourishing—the idea that I can love like this after everything I’ve been through. That I can want someone with everything inside me.
You couldn’t possibly love her so soon, says the world.
Fuck the world.
I lean against the doorframe of the bathroom, lazily watching as she steps into the shower and turns toward me, happy to put on a show.
It’s a death by a thousand cuts to keep my distance as she puts her hands on her body, soaping up her arms and legs, wrapping her hands around her neck then dragging them along her naked stomach. When she continues lower, past her navel, I stop breathing altogether, watching carefully as she slips her hand between her legs. It’s only for a moment, so fleeting I would have missed it had I blinked.
I’m rock hard and nearly panting.
The tilt of her smile tells me she knows full well what she’s doing to me.
She squeezes more soap onto her hand and lathers up her chest, between her breasts. The water drips down her body in tempting rivulets and I’m moving before I’m conscious of it, whipping open the shower door and crowding her space until I’m the one in the spray of water. Her back hits tile as I bend down to kiss her just above her collarbone.
“You’re a minx.”
She laughs, but she doesn’t reach out to touch me. She keeps her palms flat against the shower wall, lifting her chin to give me better access. I pay careful attention as I bend down to kiss her breast. I watch her eyelids flutter as I take the tip between my lips and then, carefully, bite.
Her stomach visibly clenches as a shiver runs up her spine, and I smile as I kiss my way to her other breast, drawing it out until she’s a writhing mess.
“Please,” she whispers, lifting her hand to wind it through my hair and tug. Hard.
I keep my mouth on her breast as my hand settles on her thigh. I knead and squeeze, digging my fingers in for a second before I stand back up and twist her around so her cheek is flush with the cold tile wall. I press up behind her, my sopping wet athletic shorts a barrier between us as I brush against her. For a moment, I stay there, letting my pulse slow as my eyes squeeze shut. She arches her back, rubbing against me. My wet hand dips down between her legs, parting her so I can sink one long finger inside.
Her head drops back as she moans, and I smile wickedly as I play with her.
The first orgasm comes so easily it almost feels like I’m cheating. I want her to have another. This isn’t just for her; it’s satisfying for me too. If I had it my way, we’d never leave this shower.
I press my middle finger inside her and swirl my thumb. She’s so sensitive she can’t stay still. She rises up onto her toes and wiggles her hips, grinding against me and making me see stars. I need relief too. I want it so badly, but I’m too focused on the way it feels to slide my finger in and out of her, reveling in that tight wet heat.
“I’m…I’m,” she repeats before seemingly losing the ability to form coherent thoughts. I watch as a second orgasm shatters her. Her fingers claw at the shower wall, her little sounds of ecstasy almost making me cum. I don’t stop until I know she’s finished and then some, but even then, there’s no reprieve for us. When Raelynn turns around, her blue eyes filled with hunger, she scrapes her nails down my stomach and yanks on the waistband of my shorts until she has me in her hand.
God.
She twists and pumps her hand down my length impatiently. It’s like she’s angry with me, but I know she’s not. I know it’s something else entirely—this frenzied rush for more that’s mirrored inside both of us.
The tables turn as she slips down to her knees to take me in her mouth. All those sounds she was making a moment ago fall from my lips now as I fight the urge to close my eyes and just feel. I want to watch her though. I want to burn this image into my brain forever.
“Little Bird,” I whisper, gathering up her hair so I can see her whole face, her sunken cheeks as she sucks me deeper into her mouth, her water-coated lips, the clustered dark lashes that frame her crystal blue eyes.
This won’t last long.
The combination of her fist and mouth are enough to rip me apart.
I lean one hand on the wall for support as she speeds up even more, and then I’m coming past her lips, spilling into her mouth as she swallows.
Relief.
I haul her up off the floor of the shower and rain kisses across her face until she’s laughing, the sound echoing off the tile and reverberating through me.
We wash off together, sharing private smiles whenever our gazes meet. Her cheeks are a rosy shade of pink as if she can’t quite believe what we just did. I finish up first and step out, wrapping a towel around my waist and grabbing one of the hotel’s oversized white robes for her. She slips into it then pads out to the table by the bed, flipping through the room service menu.
“Are you hungry?” she asks, peering at me over her shoulder as I dry off and dress.
“Starved. Order whatever you want.”
Half an hour later, we sit on the bed, watching a random HGTV show about flipping houses while we eat our dinner. We stay up way too late arguing about the designer’s choices and then Raelynn falls asleep on her pillow, her plate of half-finished French fries still sitting beside her. I smile and move them aside, drawing back the blankets to cover her up before I scoot in beside her.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Raelynn
“I didn’t know you’d be here!”
I follow the familiar voice to see Eva waltz into the players’ private box inside Oklahoma City’s stadium, beaming at me. I’m relieved to see her too. There’re less people here than there were in the box back in Los Angeles, probably because that was a home game versus away. Before Eva showed up, it was just me and a few older women who seemed polite but largely uninterested in me.