Loving Him Off the Field (Santa Fe Bobcats #2)(44)

“Was that before or after you labeled me a big groupie ho?” she asked, and giggled when he squeezed her hip.

“It was what made me slow down and answer you. You caught me. Nobody else has. Not for a long time.” His voice drifted off, and she wasn’t sure if it was a memory, or a hurt that did it. Either way, it was as if he mentally checked out for a moment. Then, with more vigor than before, he pulled at the waistband of her yoga pants and tugged until they pooled at her ankles, stuck at her worn tennis shoes. A few quick moments later and he had her stripped from the waist down.

She almost pulled off her own shirt while he toed off his shoes, then remembered she was wearing the world’s ugliest, oldest sports bra. Nasty. She couldn’t have had the foresight to put on a cute bra to meet the guy she’d slept with? What was wrong with her?

Oh, right. She didn’t own any cute sports bras.

Aileen sat up and pointed toward the bathroom. “Condoms. Go get them.”

He blinked, then pushed at her legs, widening them. “In a minute.”

She would never be able to concentrate on the sexy times before the sexy time if she was worried he’d see this gross bra. She snapped her knees shut. “Get them now, so I’m not thinking about it later.” When he hesitated, she batted her eyes. “Please?”

He grumbled, but took off to the tiny bathroom. It wouldn’t take him long to search. Wrenching her arms up and around, she slipped off her T-shirt and bra in record time and stuffed the offending piece of stretched elastic and holey fabric under the bed a mere second before Killian popped back out.

“If they were ever in there, they must have gotten up and jumped out the window or something. I couldn’t find them.”

She laughed and rolled over to open her nightstand. “Stupid me, forgot I put them here instead.” Yesterday . . . when she’d come home. For luck, she’d told herself, all while cursing her thoughts. She tossed the box at his chest and grinned. When he frowned at her, she opened her legs as he’d wanted her to earlier. His eyes tracked their movement. “Now, where were we?”

*

She was totally naked now, and he had no defense against her. That tiny freckled body called to him like a siren. He tossed the box of condoms to the corner of the bed and crawled back up to meet her, draping her legs over his shoulders as he went until he was eye to eye with her core.

As he blew cool air over her heated skin, watched the slick lips of her sex flex instinctively, he smiled. This was what he wanted. Freckles, at his mercy, with no way to squirm out of his reach. Lowering his mouth to her sex, he licked in a slow, deep motion.

“Ki—Killian,” she gasped, her fingernails scraping over his shoulders, trying for purchase and failing. Her arms were too short to reach. “Killian, get up here.”

“Hmm?” He rumbled it, knowing she felt the vibrations while he licked and sucked at her clit. “Sorry, what? Can’t hear you.”

“Yes you ca—oh!” She shrieked as he nipped her inner thigh. “Oh, my God, that was a bite!”

“There’s more where that came from if you don’t settle down and let me work.”

“What are you, a vampire?” she grumbled. But when he pushed into her with one finger, then two, each thrust of his hand timed with the circling of his tongue, she moaned. “I don’t care what you are, just don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t . . .” Then her words all bled together as she came. There might have been mention of the holy trinity, some cursing and a few nautical terms tossed in for variety.

When Aileen did something, she went all the way.

Kissing her thigh where he’d nipped her earlier, he crawled up her body to the correct position. But as he reached for the packet of condoms sitting on her nightstand, she clamped one hand around his wrist.

“My turn.”

“Freckles, you just had your turn,” he said, then glanced down. Her smoky eyes were darker than he’d seen them before, and a little on the wild side. He wasn’t entirely sure he’d survive what she had in mind, whatever it was.

She pulled the foil packet from his fingers and pushed at his shoulder until he flopped down on the bed beside her. As the bed was only a full, he hadn’t gone very far. “You need a bigger mattress.”

“I could probably still fit in a toddler bed. I don’t need one. Plus, where the hell would I put it?” She busied herself with pushing his T-shirt up and over his head. He let her.

Good question. The shirt fell to the floor and she was licking a path from his neck to one nipple before he could ask if she’d tried rearranging the furniture before. Sharp teeth nipped at the flat disc and he yelped. “Ow!”

“Payback,” she said, then kissed a path down to his happy trail. “I’ve always found this to be one of the sexiest things on a man.”

“That? Really?” When she kissed down to where the waistband of his athletic shorts was, the tip of her tongue darting under the elastic, he struggled to follow the thread of logic.

“Oh, absolutely,” she agreed, tugging down his shorts an inch at a time. He was probably going to expire before she got to his cock. “It’s not vulgar to show off in public, but you don’t see it often. It’s such a masculine little area.” She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked hard enough to leave a little red mark on one of his hips. “I’m a total sucker for a nice happy trail.”