I shift to my side. “I like the way you think.”
“You do?” Her eyes lock with mine.
The air between us crackles.
“When we win, I’ll fly home, and then I’ll get in a car and go straight to your house.”
She shifts to her side too, propped on her elbow. “I’ll open the door wearing a naughty grin, because I’ll be so excited to see you. You’ll probably throw me against the wall.”
I breathe out hard, my skin heating up. “I fucking will.”
She slides her hand along her side, over her hip. “You’ll tear off my yoga pants.”
My eyes drift down to her chest. “I’ll rip off all your clothes.”
She licks her lips, lets out a shuddery breath. “We can go bare, Harlan. I’m on protection, and I have a clean bill of health.”
“Me too. Clean bill of health,” I rasp, my dick rock-hard at the thought of feeling her slick heat against my cock. “I bet you’d feel incredible.”
“Bet you would too,” she murmurs.
Fuck waiting.
I reach for her, running a hand down her side, sliding closer to her sexy-as-sin body. “I need to steal a kiss now. It’ll get me through missing you this weekend.”
“Take it,” she says, then seals her lips to mine. She crushes my mouth in a consuming kiss. It’s the opposite of our last kiss in my kitchen. This one is wild and desperate, tinged with jet-fueled need. It’s rough and messy, the kind of messy that leads to hands roping in hair and teeth clicking and me yanking her against my erection.
I flop to my back, pull her on top of me, and rub against her. “Katie,” I groan.
She whispers my name with the same urgency as she rides the hard ridge of my cock. She rocks and sways, then consumes my lips again as we grab at each other.
Everything feels electric and intense. Whatever faint hold I had on control spirals away.
She swings her gaze to the door. This is the moment where we should break apart. Smooth down our clothes. Settle our jackhammering pulses.
A glance at the door is the kind of break in the action that can jolt you back to reality.
To consequences.
To promises.
Instead, Katie says, “Let me make sure it’s locked.”
In a heartbeat, she hops up from me, scurries to the door, and locks it. She’s back in seconds, straddling me again.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?”
She rocks against me, pressing her hands to either side of my face. “So sure,” she murmurs.
I grab her ass, cup those cheeks, and tug her tighter. Now is the time. “I want you so much. I’m so crazy for you. I’m falling for you so hard.”
She gasps, then smiles softly. “I’m falling for you too,” she says, sounding utterly lost in the passion.
Just like I am.
25
Katie
He’s too hard to resist.
I want a taste of him, this man I’ve fallen for.
So in my yoga studio, I shimmy off my pants, shove down his shorts. My mouth waters when his cock says hello.
Oh yes. I have enjoyed every encounter with him, and it is so very good to touch him again.
To touch my man.
Because he feels that way—all mine.
I wrap a hand around his hard length, and he shudders. “Katie,” he moans, sounding desperate, sounding lost. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
And it’s all for me.
I’ve tried to take my time with him, to learn my lessons, to go slow. To do everything right.
But he’s what feels right.
And he’s all I want. I want all of him naked against me.
“Take off your shirt,” I tell my guy.
He sits up and does that sexy move where he tugs it off in one quick sweep.
“I want to be under you,” I say with a moan, since I’m wildly aroused already. “Want to feel this whole gorgeous body against me.”
“You should have everything you want,” he rumbles.
In a split second, we shift. I’m on my back on the mat, and he’s kneeling between my legs, rubbing the head of his cock against my wet, aching center.
Pleasure rushes through me at the delicious feel of him. It pulses through my core as I reach for his hips and pull him closer.
He slides in an inch, and we both groan at the same time. Needy, hungry cries.
My hands loop around to that fantastic ass, and I grab him. He heeds the call, sinks all the way into me, then stills.
Ecstasy throbs through my body.
I’m shaking everywhere.
Pleasure and longing and emotion swirl inside me as I hold him tight. Wrapping my legs around his firm ass, I whisper, “Missed you so much.”
“Missed you too,” he groans as he rocks his hips, finds a pace, and moves in me. He lowers his chest to mine, keeping me close, swiveling his hips.
He grunts then lets out a long, plaintive, “God, you feel so good.”
I feel more than good. I feel wanted. I feel worshiped.
I feel all the things I told myself to wait for. I feel everything.
Most of all, I feel like we’re not just falling into each other, but falling deeper in love with each thrust.
It’s more than sex.
It’s connection and intimacy.
As he moves in me, roping his arms around my shoulders, holding me tight, he whispers sweet nothings.
How good I feel.
How much he wants me.
How incredible this is.
It’s all so wildly wonderful that I swear I’m flying off Earth and rocketing to another plane of bliss. My toes curl. My pulse surges. I am bathed in endorphins as we rock and thrust and move together.
Sweat slicks down his chest. His breath rushes fast, telling me he’s getting closer. “Katie, need you to come soon,” he says, practically begging.
And that’s all I need.
His desire.
His lust.
It unlocks my climax and I soar to the edge, gasping and panting. My orgasm coils tight then rocks through me in blinding, beautiful waves.
“Oh God,” I gasp. The sound of my voice jars me, and I bite down on his collarbone to shut up.
That does it for him, and he fucks me through his release, murmuring my name as he shudders, coming hard inside me.
A minute later, we’re both loopy and sweaty, and we need to deal with cleanup at my yoga studio.
But I don’t care, and I don’t think he does either.
He snuggles against me, kisses my cheek, then says, “I’m falling in love with you.”
And it’s so right with him. It’s more than right. “I’m falling in love with you too.”
Later, after we straighten up, I walk him to the door then wave goodbye. “Good luck with practice tomorrow,” I say. He’s got an all-day practice and prep for the game this weekend.
“See you soon,” he says with a wink, then heads up Fillmore.
I watch him the whole way with a dopey smile on my face.
When I return inside, the receptionist drums his purple-polished fingernails on the counter. “He’s such a cutie. Thank you again for having eye candy clients.”
“It’s my pleasure,” I say with a laugh.
He slides his finger across his iPad screen. “Now, don’t forget tomorrow morning you have the videographer coming so you can shoot Ten Days to Half Moon Pose.”