She laughs, and the throaty sound goes straight to my cock. “Were you even a scout?”
“That’s not the point.” I grab her hand again, and this time she follows me inside.
The instant the door closes behind us, we’re kissing, our mouths crashing together with desperate need. I’ve been waiting all day for this. Counting the seconds until I could touch heragain. I press her up against the wall, my hands roaming over her body, savoring the feel of her soft skin against my calloused fingers.
“You have no idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands off you,” I murmur against her lips.
“I think I have some idea.” The little vixen arches into me, and I groan.
My hands settle on her hips, then drift lower, skimming the hem of her dress. “Your legs have been driving me wild all day. All I’ve been able to think about is having them wrapped around me.”
“Is that so?” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice that has my cock thickening.
“Mmm.” I slide my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress higher. “But now that I have you here, I’ve got a better idea.”
“Oh?”
My hands continue their trek north, settling around her throat. My thumbs brush her jaw as I tilt her face up to meet mine. “I’ve worked up a big appetite this morning, darlin’.”
Ava’s breath hitches. Her lips are swollen and well-kissed, her lipstick smudged. She’s wrecked in the best possible way, and she’s all mine. “I guess it’s a good thing I wore a dress today.”
I groan and capture her mouth again, thrusting my tongue past her lips, desperate to be as close to her as possible. She’s so fucking incredible, and I know I’m damn lucky she came back into my life.
Ava moans and grinds her hips against me, silently begging for more.
Happy to comply, I drop to my knees and pull her panties down, letting them pool at her ankles.
“My favorite treat,” I say, diving face-first between her legs and sucking her clit.
Normally, I take my time and let the pleasure build slowly, but time is of the essence here, and I’m desperate to feel her come on my tongue.
Ava cries out at the onslaught, and I mumble against her slick heat, “Shh. Keep your voice down, darlin’.”
But I’m too busy licking and sucking and enjoying my woman to really care, and if I’m being honest, I love hearing her come apart.
I work her with my tongue, alternating between broad strokes and intense pressure on her clit. Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me in place, and it fucking sends me.
I double down, and she whimpers.
“Use your words, darlin’.”
“Oh my god. Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop. Ever.”
I wouldn’t dream of it. This is even hotter than I imagined.
Hell, we should’ve done it weeks ago.
“You like that?” I increase the speed, and slip a finger inside of her, savoring the way her pussy clamps down on the thick digit.
She cries out again, louder this time. “I don’t know if I can—”
A thump echoes from the direction of the coaches’ suite.
Fuck.
I freeze, my heart suddenly pounding for an entirely different reason. The coaches’ suite is connected to the locker room by a short hallway, and that sound was way too close.
Adrenaline floods my system, and I shoot to my feet. “You need to hide.”