Be My Game Changer: A Sports Romance(32)

His fingers move down, hooking into the waistband of my yoga pants. Dragging the fabric down my legs, he pulls them off along with my panties in one fluid movement before returning his mouth to my skin. He licks, nips, and sucks, playful and reverential at the same time. His tongue trails along my stomach as he slowly moves down, positioning his shoulders between my thighs. His mouth covers me as his hand grips the inside of my knee, pushing my leg open until it’s resting on the couch’s seat. Having gained more access, his tongue circles my sex, and I rock against his mouth, half out of my mind already. A sultry laugh vibrates against me, teasing me for only a moment because in the next, there’s no laughter. Only gasps, moans, and heaving breaths as Carter pulls every bit of pleasure out of me.

I ride the wave for longer than I knew was possible, and all too soon, his tongue charts a course back up my body. Skimming over my torso, licking each breast, tasting the column of my neck, he doesn’t stop his ascent until his mouth is back on mine. Even though he’s already surrounding me, pulling at me in every good way possible, I want to feel more. Reaching down, I unbutton his jeans and slide under the denim and his boxer briefs to take him in my hand. I only stroke him once, and he tenses under my touch.

Cursing softly under his breath, he returns his lips to mine. Planting a foot on the floor, he wraps both arms around my back, hugging my torso to his as he stands, bringing me with him. He’s so strong and the change of position happened so quickly, the momentum makes wrapping my legs around his waist an easy task, especially when his hands grip my ass. We kiss the entire way as he carries me to the bedroom, our chests smashed together, my fingers tangling in his dark-brown hair.

Moving to the side of the bed, he kicks off his jeans after lowering me to the mattress. He grabs a condom and rolls it on while kneeling on the mattress. Then he moves me back and hovers over me, reaching between us before his nude body moves against mine. His feverish kiss slows, then he looks down and asks, “Are you sure, Avery?”

“Yes,” I say, part gasp, part desperate plea.

His mouth quickly drops back to cover mine as his hand grips my thigh, hooking it over his hip. He remains still for a few seconds, and anticipation surges through my veins. Breaking our kiss, his hooded eyes linger on my mouth for a second, then zip up to meet my eyes the moment he pushes inside me. My jaw drops open in a silent gasp of rapture, and his eyes dart back down to my mouth.

He remains still for a second before nearly pulling out of me, then rocks back inside on a groan. I match his rhythm as I rise to take him again and again, eagerly receiving each thrust. Carter fills me perfectly, it’s like we were made for each other. It’s not my first time, but it might as well be, because no man has ever made me feel anything close to what Carter does.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I cling to him as his pace picks up before he goes still. An exaggerated groan that’s part nonsensical words and part my name rumbles quietly out of him, telling me that I’ve made him feel the same way he’s made me. Or at least I hope so, because the only thing I can think right now is that I want to do this again (and again and again), but only with him.

He remains inside me, propped up on his elbow to lazily kiss me, savoring the moment before gradually pulling out. “I’ll be right back,” he says, moving to the bathroom.

Once he’s taken care of business and has come out, I quickly trade places with him, shutting the door and taking a second to consider what’s happened between us. I have no regrets about it, and hopefully it stays that way. After cleaning up, I return to find him sitting back against my headboard, still in all his nude glory. There’s no choice but for me to take in his muscular frame. Damn. I had no idea what was under that shirt, but I’m glad I got to find out. His sexy grin tells me he doesn’t mind me checking him out. And in fact, he stands, moving in front of me. His arms encircle me, his hands caressing up my back then down, gripping my backside as he leans to whisper in my ear.

“Hope you like what you see.” He knows he’s hot as hell, but his playful arrogance shines through, a perfect combo for post-sex flirting. “Because I’ll never get enough of you.”

Ditto. But I keep that thought to myself as we shuffle-kiss our way back to the bed and slide under the covers. As Carter spoons me, his arm wrapped snuggly around my middle while dropping kisses on my shoulder, the only thing that feels out of place is how right and natural it feels. I drift off to sleep wrapped in the security of his embrace and a strangely contented peace.





22





CARTER





This is one of the few mornings since falling in love with baseball that I can recall not wanting to get out of bed and head to the field. Of course, I haven’t ever had Avery’s nude body draped across me, either. Smoothing my hand up her back, she snuggles closer to me then gradually comes to consciousness and realizes I’m in her bed. She looks at me with a bit of shock and fantastically hot bed head.

“Good morning.” I clear my throat when my unused voice comes out gravelly and rough. She returns the greeting and slides out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom. There’s no point in her freaking out because she’s not going anywhere, not after last night for sure. I only thought I was engrossed in her before. Now that I’ve really experienced her, felt what it’d be like to wake up next to her every morning, there’s no way I could ever let her go.