My chest heaved as I struggled to draw in air after the intensity of an orgasm wrung from her sexy, currently smirking mouth.
From the look on her face, I could tell she knew exactly how she affected me and was enjoying the control I allowed.
Good. I wanted her to feel empowered, not only in our sexual relationship, but the deeper one I was determined to foster over our years spent together.
Yes, there would be times when I took charge, but always with her best interests at heart. I would never intentionally steamroll her or make her feel like her opinion didn’t matter.
We were a team, and she was my partner.
With my pants still pooled at my ankles, I bent over to grab her waist and haul her to standing. The second her mouth was within reach, I slid my tongue deep inside.
Gemma tore her lips away, panting, “Wait. My mouth was just—”
A growl vibrated my chest as I cut her off. “You think I fucking care? You literally sucked the soul from my body through my dick, and if I want to kiss you after, I’ll damn well do it.”
Wide hazel eyes peered up at me, her mouth hanging open. “I can’t figure you out.”
I nipped at her lower lip, tugging it between my teeth until she moaned. “I’m here. I’m yours. What more do you need?”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“In my mind, it is. I’ve been crazy about you since the minute you tore into me at the DMV.”
She gave me that adorable-as-hell eye roll. “Doesn’t that make me crazy too?”
Humming, I peppered kisses along her jaw. “Maybe it means we are a perfect match.”
Fingers tangling in my hair, she tugged to bring my mouth to hers, letting her tongue slip inside, proving that one night wasn’t enough to satisfy her.
As I backed her against the counter, my cock was already hardening again, pressed against her hip. It took all my strength to break away from our kiss, our ragged breathing mixing with our foreheads pressed together.
“Eat. Then nap,” I forced out.
Gemma snaked a hand between us to grip my shaft, and I grunted when she squeezed. “Is nap code for . . .” She gave me a suggestive smirk as she stroked me.
I allowed myself exactly five seconds to enjoy her touch before peeling her fingers away and reaching down to pull up my pants.
“Greedy girl,” I teased. Guiding her back to the stool, I grabbed a plate and piled a little of everything onto it.
She gave me a smile so genuine it nearly knocked me on my ass. “Thank you.”
Kissing the top of her head, I breathed in her scent before returning to the opposite side of the counter and digging into the food I’d brought for us to share.
When she noticed me watching her eat, the prettiest pink hue crept onto her cheeks, and she lowered her lashes.
“Good?” I prompted.
She nodded, humming in the affirmative as she chewed. When she swallowed, she accused, “You’re staring.”
A corner of my lips hitched up. “Sorry, but I can’t help it. You’re so damn beautiful, and I’m headed on the road after the game tonight. I want to memorize your face so that when I close my eyes, you’re right there.”
That flush moved down her neck as she dropped her gaze to her plate. “You can’t say things like that.”
“Why not?” I challenged.
“Because.”
“That’s not an answer, Gemma.”
