“I can take it.”
There was no hesitation as he slid a slicked finger into me. “Are you sure?”
While I may have been exhausted, I was never too tired to push his buttons. Instead of challenging him to fuck me and find out, I tried the submissive route to see what happened. “Please don’t deny me, Knight. I need you more than sleep.”
“How romantic,” he said in a droll tone that made it difficult not to laugh.
“When I touch myself, I can’t stop imagining that it’s you pleasuring me instead. All I can think about is how much I want to be yours. I go out of my mind with lust.” That earned me a second finger and an interesting rumble from him. “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about us hooking up in the locker room after a match?”
“Seriously?”
I squirmed as I pushed against his fingers. “You confront me to prove that if you can’t beat me off the court, you can still dominate me in other ways.”
His blue eyes had gone dark with arousal. “And you enjoy that?”
“Somuch,” I moaned. “That’s half the fun of winning.”
“Clearly, I’ve underestimated your masochistic streak.” He added a third finger as he continued to prepare me.
I snickered at that. “Do you honestly think that was the first time I’ve had to get myself off after our match?”
“You might find this hard to believe, but I’ve never thought about yours or anyone else’s postgame masturbation habits.”
He was so adorable. “It’s not just a postgame ritual. It’s a pregame one, too.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Why?”
“Because I can’t risk getting a hard-on while playing against you.” I had to bite the inside of my lip to stop myself from laughing at his perplexed reaction. “Competing against someone as skilled as you is fucking sexy. Nobody makes me work for a victory like you do. It gets me all fired up, so I have to do it as a precaution. After the match, I have to do it so I don’t have to suffer through a press conference with a raging erection. You’re the only player I’ve ever had that reaction to.”
He withdrew his fingers and moved up to give me a demanding kiss. I opened for him with a whimper, loving how his tongue teased mine. That was a better response than I had expected. When we parted, he gave me a look that was somewhere between annoyed and amused. “Great, nowI’mgoing to have to start doing that. Thanks.”
“We could do it together.” What could I say? I was an eternal optimist.
“Right now, I’m only interested in one thing.” He slicked his cock with lube and pressed the tip inside me. “Ready?”
I arched up under him. “Yes, soplease!”
Thankfully, I didn’t have to tell him twice. He eased into me, surprising me by taking it slow. Even after he was buried to the hilt, he didn’t start the same fast and furious pace as he had last time. Instead, his gentleness took my breath away and made me fall for him all over again as I learned what it meant to be cherished by him. He heightened my enjoyment further by letting his hands roam over my skin as our bodies rocked in sync with each other. It caught me off guard, because I never expected him to be the type to make love to someone, let alone be that affectionate with me.
I held on to his broad shoulders, enjoying how they flexed with his every movement as he took me higher with each thrust. It got even better when he leaned down to kiss me. The intimacy made my heart sing. Despite my body’s exhaustion, I savored the gentle joining of our bodies as one.
At the risk of ruining things, I had to say something; I just hoped it was what he wanted to hear. “Being yours feels so good, Knight.”
“You’re allmine.”
I whimpered as my muscles tensed in anticipation of my climax. “Everything that I am is because of you. Nothing feels better than being yours, not even winning.”
“You love me more than you love winning?”
Cupping his cheek in my hand, I held his gaze. “There’s no competition between the two. You’ll always come in first place in my heart.”
He kissed me with a hunger I couldn’t get enough of with him. I moaned against his lips when he came inside me, triggering my orgasm in turn. We kept kissing before he rested his forehead against mine as we tried to recover.
“How do you make somethingthatcheesy sound so sincere?”
His question caused me to burst into laughter. “Maybe because it’s true? I’ve never wanted anything more than I’ve wanted you.”
“Why?” He pulled out of me and settled beside me. “It doesn’t make sense.”
