Eligible Receiver (Men of Fall #3)- S.R. Grey Page 0,50

Lars’s shoulder, still stroking him, I whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he tells me, kissing the top of my head.

We have so much to talk about, but it can wait.

Expressing our love is all that matters right now.

He undoes his seat belt, and with my free hand, I rid myself of mine.

He then moves his seat back, and I crawl over the console to straddle him.

Placing my hands on either side of his face, I tell him, “I’ve missed you so much.”

Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me in as close as he can. “Not as much as I’ve missed you, Becca.”

Beneath me, I feel how damn hard he is.

Pressing down onto him, eliciting a husky groan, I murmur, “I can tell.”

Turning serious, Lars urges me back so he can see my face.

Peering into my eyes, he says quietly, “We have a lot to talk about. I know that. But the only thing that needs to be put out there right now is that I want you in my life. You can run to the ends of the Earth, sweetheart, but I think you know I will never quit chasing you.” He tells me that he was looking for me, and how he stopped by my house. “I sat out back for a while, just thinking about us.”

“I was going to try and find you tonight too,” I whisper. “I was just building up the courage. That’s why I stopped at the theatre, to strengthen my resolve. I was planning to drive straight over to your house directly after.”

“Yeah?”

He doesn’t look totally convinced, and I think I know what he needs to hear.

Softly, I say, “I’m sorry, Lars. I want you to know something—I’m done running. Unless, of course…” I brush back a swath of dark hair from his forehead. “It’s with you.”

“How do you mean, unless it’s with me?”

Running my hand along his stubbled cheek, I explain, “I mean if you ever are traded to another team, I’ll go with you. I will run with you, not away from you.”

Raising a brow, he asks, “What about your business and your life here?”

“There is no life without you.” I take a deep breath before exhaling slowly. And then I continue, “I’m sure Jodi and I would work something out. Maybe I’d just open another bridal consulting shop in a different city. It could be like a franchise, or an expansion.”

“You wouldn’t miss working directly with her? I mean, shit, you two are a team.”

“Not as much as you and I are,” I reply. “Jodi knows that too.”

Shaking his head, Lars says, “You amaze me, woman. I love you so fucking much.”

I press my forehead to his. “I love you too, you gorgeous man.”

What started out as desperate now becomes tender and soft. Lars lifts my hand from his face and kisses my palm.

Raising the hem of my sweater, he tugs it up and over my head, interrupting our make-out session only for a beat.

His shirt is next.

And then my bra.

My skin next to his feels like heaven.

It’s been far too long.

I kiss Lars with renewed enthusiasm.

And beneath my lips, I feel him smile.

But then he’s back to moving his lips with mine.

We’re synchronized in our movements, even as he helps me take off my jeans, my panties discarded along with them.

And then it’s his turn.

I tug down his jeans and boxers with his help.

When his cock springs free, I’m on him. He works my clit until I’m so wet that he slips right in.

We gasp, our eyes meeting.

“Fuck, Becca.”

“I know, right?”

He feels unbelievably amazing.

I hope I do for him too.

I think I may, based on how he’s swallowing hard and closing his eyes.

“Is it okay to move?” I ask softly.

“Yeah…” He blows out a breath. “Just go slowly for a minute.”

Lars is usually so controlled.

I kind of love that I can make him falter.

But his loss of control doesn’t last for long.

Soon he’s back to his usual self, lifting me and working me up and down his length with skill.

“Come for me, Becs,” he urges.

I can’t even speak as pleasure floods through me.

I expect Lars to follow in his release, but he holds off, working me up to another crashing crescendo.

My legs are shaking, my vision blurred as I collapse against his strong chest. “Let go,” I whisper.

He does, and I feel him explode.

For a long time afterward, we just hold onto each other, listening to our mingled heartbeats and breaths.

A solace comes over me at that