suit jacket to tug him closer.
“I’m not the incredible one, Nix,” I said between kisses. “You are. The humble way you navigate this lifestyle, the gracious way you handle your fans, the love you have for your team, and the way you can be gentle as hell with me and ferocious on the field…it’s all so amazing. You’re more than I could’ve ever dreamed, Nixon Noble, and I know we aren’t the best at communicating. I know we’re on a fast track to get to know each other because of this…” I smoothed my hand over the swell of my belly. “But you deserve to know just how phenomenal you are. From someone who doesn’t have a stake in your life that is tied to money or touchdowns.” I swallowed hard, my chest uncoiling a bit at the admission I’d held back the last week.
Nixon’s hands slid to my hips, urging me, guiding me until I easily straddled him. Chest to chest, I could barely catch my breath between the searing heat of his kiss.
“I’m not just the baby’s,” he said, his breath ragged. “I’m yours,” he said, his eyes open and raw and utterly serious as he looked up at me. “If you’ll have me.”
I swallowed hard, emotion clogging my throat. “You mean that?” I whispered.
He nodded, and I swore he might’ve been holding his breath for how still he went under me.
“You want to be…exclusive. Official. With me?” I hated the doubt in my voice.
Nixon slid his hands up my back, drawing me against him as he held my gaze. “Only you,” he said. “I know I have my demons,” he said. “I know I come with a hard lifestyle. And I’ll understand if you don’t want to tie yourself to a life like that—”
I crushed my lips on his, silencing his doubts. I tangled my fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss as I rocked against him. “I want you,” I said against his mouth.
“Here?” he teased.
“Yes,” I admitted and rolled my hips over his. “But I also want this. With you. All of it. I’m yours, too, you know.”
His grip on me tightened, sending tremors of heat rippling over my skin. “Say it again,” he demanded, claiming my mouth with his.
“I’m yours,” I breathed, my heart racing as the declaration soared through the very center of me. “Nixon,” I gasped when I felt just how hard he was beneath me. And then he slid his hands up and under the hem of my dress, his calloused hands rough over the smooth skin of my thighs. His kissed turned carnal as his fingers slipped beneath the lace covering my center, and his fingers were instantly soaked with me. He growled, and I whimpered as he teased my clit, winding me up like a tight string ready to snap.
“Nixon,” I said again, breaking our kiss to catch my breath. He rolled his fingers over me, sliding them between my heat, and I rocked against him.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his tone rough. “So goddamn perfect.” He slid one finger inside me, then two, pumping them in time with my swaying hips as the need for him consumed me.
“You,” I said, half-moan, half-plea. “I need you,” I said, and I shifted above him until he’d drawn his hand back. I reached for his zipper, unfastening it quickly. I sighed as I gripped his hard length in my hand, and Nixon growled, his dark eyes widening at my demands.
“You sure?” he asked, his breath ragged as I fisted him. “The party—”
“I don’t care if you don’t,” I said and guided his hard cock to the center of me, teasing his head with my wetness.
Flames danced in his eyes, those dark depths churning with want. I didn’t care that I could still hear the faint sounds of the string quartet playing for the gala behind us. I didn’t care that someone could wander the same path we had in search of a moment of seclusion. I didn’t care about anything in that moment but the need for this man—this exquisite, incredibly kind and strong man who’d turned my world upside down in the most perfect way.
“Liberty,” he practically growled as I shifted atop him. “Fuck, Liberty,” he hissed as I sank on top of his gloriously hard length in one slick motion. His fingers gently dug into my hips, the bite sending jolts of electricity along each of my nerves.
I took him to the hilt only to lift up and sink down