The Pass (Smart Jocks #5) - Rebecca Jenshak Page 0,70
time to correct her before she continues. “But, I don’t care. Even if the only reason you want to be with me now is because I ruined things with Amelia and every other girl you dated and I’m the last woman on the island, so to speak, I’m still the best option because no one loves you more than me. Not now, not ever. I came back to tell you that I’m going to fight for you.”
“Hot as that sounds, it’s no contest. You win by a knockout every time. It’s me and you babe.” I rest my forehead against hers. “I’m so ridiculously in love with my best friend.”
As I bring my lips to hers gently, I feel hers pull up into a smile. “Say it again.”
“I am in love with you, Sydney Turner. Stupid in love and, not to cheapen the moment, but I’d very much like to get you naked now.”
Her sweet laughter fills the room and then she pulls her T-shirt over her head and unsnaps the bright pink lacy bra and discards it as well.
“Better?” she asks with a cheeky tone.
I bring my hands up to her chest and cup her breasts. Her skin is so warm and soft. “So much.”
She tugs at the hem of my T-shirt and I reach around with one arm and pull it over my head. With a sigh, she glides both palms over my abs and chest. “Someday I want to test the theory of washboard abs.”
“You want to do laundry on my stomach?”
She grins and looks up to the ceiling, eyes scrunched as if she’s considering her answer. “Maybe not laundry, but something sudsy with water and sponges…. Ooooh, maybe you could wash my car.”
“Or we should take a bath.”
“I like my idea better.”
The grin and her cheeky banter stop when I lean forward and kiss the valley between her breasts. I trail my mouth along every bare inch of skin. Goose bumps rise to the surface and I double back to kiss those too.
She’s wearing a pair of tight black leggings that are hard to wiggle off, so I give up and push her legs apart and bring my mouth to her center. Over the material, I nip and suck. Sydney shoves the leggings down for me, eager for more, and when she’s bare, I repeat it all with no barrier.
Her hands find my shoulders and then comb through my hair. She makes the hottest noises of encouragement and writhes beneath me.
Toned and athletic, long and lean. I’ve heard her grumbling about her small boobs or lack of curves, but Sydney’s body is phenomenal. All those hours playing volleyball and working out to be better at her sport have sculpted her body into this beautiful and powerful thing.
As her moans get louder signaling she’s close, I pull back and stare down at her spread open to me.
“Turn over, baby. On your hands and knees.”
She complies quickly with no hesitation. I love how eager she is and how easily she lets me take control. I’d give her anything she wanted, and I think she knows that, but there’s something hot about being allowed temporary power over this amazing woman.
I swat her butt playfully and then place a kiss on her spine. Wrapping a hand around my dick, I give myself a quick jerk before lining up at her entrance.
Sydney glances over her shoulder and we lock eyes as I push inside of her. I don’t know if anything has ever felt better. Not hitting a game winning shot and not striking out a batter in the bottom of the ninth. For a guy who’s constantly chasing the high of winning, sex has sometimes felt like a letdown. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, because duh even bad sex is awesome, but nothing has ever come close to those adrenaline-fueled, bigger than life moments sports have given me.
Sydney does. She’s all the best parts of a teammate, a coach, and an opponent wrapped up in one sexy as hell package. But the best part about spending time with Sydney is that I see myself outside of the identities I’ve clung to. I’m stripped down to my core with her. I’m not a basketball player or a baseball player, I’m just a guy enjoying the moment.
With one hand on her back and the other at her hip, I pump into her at a hard and steady rhythm. Sydney’s head falls to the mattress and her back arches. My name slips