I stand at the entrance to my closet, staring at the partially closed door behind which stands the hot, naked woman I’ve lusted after for months.
I’m not proud of the solid minute I spend debating with myself why I shouldn’t push that door open. I backtrack before I lose my man card by acting like an unhinged creep and sit my ass down on the bed.
“She’s doing you a favor by being here, Finnigan,” I mutter to myself. My traitorous cock twitches at the sound of Alia moving around in a room where I’ve invited no other woman. My whole legbounces restlessly as I remind myself of the game-plan. I can’t afford to screw this up by letting my dick lead the way.
“No orgasms for you until I grovel first,” I declare, glaring at my crotch.
I’m still talking to myself when Alia emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam and silk. The gust of humidity and the scent of my soap distracts me from my thoughts. When I glance up, my heart skips a beat. The apology I’d been diligently practicing vanishes in a wisp of smoke, replaced by one word only.
“Alia.”
My voice is reduced to gravel, my body responding to the vision in front of me because Alia stands in my bedroom, shyly picking at my bedroom floor with the tip of her toe, dressed in my jersey.Onlyin my jersey.
“Hi.” She clasps her hands behind her back and rocks bashfully on her heels, the action causing her delectable tits to bounce gently.
Holy fuck.I never understood why the guys on the team made a big deal about their wives and girlfriends wearing their jerseys. I get it now. I don’t want Alia wearing any other name except mine.
“Is it okay if I borrow this?” She grasps the edge of the jersey between two delicate fingers to gesture to it, the action revealing more of her long legs. Electric heat sparks at the base of my spine when she saunters towards me, hips swaying. My eyes draw up the length of her body, taking in her damp hair, the glow of her supple skin, her chocolate gaze soft and molten as they capture mine. “Answer me, Hockey Boy.”
“You can keep the jersey, baby. I’ll buy you ten more. Twenty more. Wear it every day if you want. Wear only this forever.”
She huffs out a quiet laugh, her lips curling as patches of pink color the apples of her cheeks.
“God, I missed your smile,” I confess without shame. “I missed you.”
My hands automatically reach for her hips when she straddles me, sinking her weight onto my lap. I’m iron-hard under her softness, and it is testament to my respect for her that I don’t abandon my plans to talk in favor of spreading her legs and fucking her until her pussy is fused onto my cock.
“I’m sorry you lost the game,” she says, her fingers raking the hair at my nape. She gazes at me with such genuine affection that it acts as a balm over the scorching burn of my loss.
“I played like shit. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“You were distracted because of me?”
“Fucking devastated. Alia, losing the game didn’t hurt as much as thinking you might not want to see me again. I know you’re still mad, and we need to talk. . .”
With a finger pressed against my lips, she gently shushes me. She shakes her head once, displaying the sort of confidence I have not yet seen from her. My pulse skyrockets at the look in her eyes.
“Tomorrow,” she murmurs, tugging my shirt up.
“Wait! I haven’t groveled yet.”
“Later.”
“What the—” My weak protest dies when her fingers chart the contours of my chest, flirting with my nipple.
“I told you I’d be the consolation prize if you lost because of me. So let me console you.” She bends down to lick the hardened tip and my vision blurs. My hands fist the comforter so I don’t grab and pin her beneath me. Heat crawls up my spine when she swirls her tongue along my flat nipple and drags it up. Fuck, she’s good at this.
She kisses me over my heart and I almost blubber out everything I’ve been holding in. That the ache behind my ribs only lessens in her presence. That I’m addicted to feeling wanted by her.
ThatIlove her.
I loveher.
Iloveher.
Taking a deep breath, I find a sliver of control and slip my fingers into her hair instead. She sits up and I hold her steady. Somehow, I find the courage to say the one thing I need to before I lose all sense tonight.
“Thank you for coming home to me.”