All the Way (Hot Jocks #2)(27)

“We can take a break. We can keep going. This is whatever you want it to be.”

Becca nods in understanding. She doesn’t ask me to hold her, but sensing it’s what she needs, I gather her up close, tugging her against my chest. Ignoring the heavy evidence of my arousal, I shift her so she’s not lying directly on top of my dick.

“There’s no pressure to do anything. You’re not a circus animal; I don’t expect a performance. I just want to make you feel good.”

“You do,” she says, her voice soft, like she’s shy about the fact that she couldn’t finish.

But I don’t want her to be. This is a multistep process, and step one is just getting her comfortable.

Her fingers move to the waistband of my pants, and my abs tighten. As much as I’d love her hands on me, that isn’t going to happen right now.

I take her hand in mine and give it a firm squeeze, drawing it away from my very eager erection. “No way, that’s not part of the deal. If you don’t come, neither do I.”

She groans in frustration. “Now I feel even worse.”

“Don’t. We’ll figure this out.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” I press a soft kiss to her forehead, and she leans into my side. I tilt her chin up toward mine so she’ll meet my eyes. “Have you eaten?”

I can tell my stomach is about five minutes away from giving off a monstrous growl, and about ten minutes away from eating itself. I came here directly after practice, and I’m starving. Plus, we need a time-out to refocus and clear our heads.

She shakes her head. “No. You?”

“Nope. Let’s order lunch.”

She smiles. “Sounds great.”

While Becca gets dressed, I lounge on her bed, scrolling through the delivery options in my phone and reading each one to her. “Sushi. Thai. Burgers.”

She shakes her head at each one I throw out. “That new power bowls place is good,” she says after thinking it over.

It’s how I end up eating something called a grain bowl on her couch twenty minutes later. Quinoa and pumpkin seeds and something called flax is in it. It doesn’t taste half bad, but I can already tell I’ll be hungry again in half an hour. Becca nibbles on sesame-glazed tofu from the spot next to me.

“It’s too healthy for you, isn’t it?” She smirks as she watches me eat out of the corner of her eye.

After shoving the final forkful into my mouth, I chuckle. “It was good. Different, but good.”

She carries our empty plastic containers into the kitchen while I clean up the coffee table, ridding it of napkins and straw wrappers.

“Be right back,” Becca says. She heads into the bathroom, and I hear the water running briefly.

I’m pretty sure I should get going soon, but part of me is in no hurry to go home to an empty apartment. The sports highlights are still playing muted on the TV, and I lean back, bringing one arm over the back of the sofa.

When Becca returns, she stops in front of me, her knees touching mine. I have no idea how she manages to make such an innocent touch so hot, but my libido fires back up.

“Hey,” I murmur. “You okay?”

She smiles shyly. “I feel so stupid now.” She bumps her knee to mine.

I curl my hands around her legs and shake my head. “You’re not stupid. Not at all. It’s okay to feel frustrated, but you have to promise me one thing.”

She stares down at me with her big blue eyes flashing with insecurity. “What’s that?”

“That you understand there’s not a damn thing wrong with you. This is a big step, and today was great progress. You have moved forward, and as long as you keep moving forward, that’s progress, so don’t be so hard on yourself. We go at whatever pace you want. Whatever you need.”

Wearing a fond expression, she reaches out and touches my jaw, her earlier nervousness and insecurities disappearing. “How did I get so lucky?”

The better question is how did she get so sexy without me noticing it all these years, but I’m a smart enough man to keep my trap shut. “I’d say I’m the lucky one.”

I grip her hips and tug her forward until she falls on my lap. It’s a move that’s meant to be playful and spontaneous, but the second she’s straddling my lap, everything turns combustible.

Her hands push into my hair and she brings her mouth to mine. I kiss her, my body eagerly remembering all that heat and chemistry we shared not even thirty minutes ago. She parts her plump lips, and as our tongues touch, I go rock hard in an instant.

It’s obvious she wants this, but part of me is torn. Should I back off and go home? Or should I see the job through?

“I want to come, Owen,” she half whispers, half whines.

The desperation in her voice makes the decision for me, and I’m all in.

“I’ve got you, angel.”

I push her top up and out of the way, taking her unsnapped bra with it. My tongue finds her nipple, and I give it a firm suck.

“Oh yes. Shit,” she says, thrusting her fingers deep into my hair.

I worship her beautiful tits with my lips, teeth, and tongue while my fingers slide into the warm heat of her panties. Becca rocks her hips in my lap.

God, I want to sink my fingers into her wet heat so badly, but instead I focus on the swollen bud of her clit. First, I’m not sure how she’d feel about penetration, and second, my goal is to make her come, not to indulge in my own fantasies about getting inside her.