a lot of him to touch.
Long, thick, and pulsing in her hands. She felt the wetness on the mushroom head, rolled her thumb around in it, and then gently squeezed him. It would take more than her hand to enfold the full length of him, but she didn’t need to touch everything at once. It was enough to grip him and alternate the pressure of her fingers. Especially since she saw his eyes flutter as she did it. And then she tightened her hold and slid down to his base.
She felt the spring of his hair against the back of her hand, but mostly she felt him thrust as she gripped him. His low growl of hunger had her grinning. Though, he hadn’t lost his connection with her gaze.
And while she continued to explore his reactions to her movements, he easily undid her shorts and pushed them and her panties to the floor. Then they both kicked their clothes aside. Which meant they were naked. She had an NBA star right in front her, a man cut so beautifully that Michelangelo couldn’t have sculpted better. And she couldn’t look. She couldn’t feast her sight on every glorious inch of him. So she’d have to do it with her hands.
She touched him. Every part of him that she could reach. Every ripple, every bulging muscle and the sweet valleys in between. She teased his nipples, she feathered her fingers through his hair, and she made sure to keep her eyes on his even when she stretched down to squeeze his sac. She watched as his jaw tightened and his nostrils flared. And she felt it as his large hands slid over her hips to delve between her thighs.
His fingers were long and quick as they thrust between her folds. She was slick and he had the size to rub up and down over everything while she clenched in reaction.
“Can we take this horizontal?” she asked, startled by how breathless she felt.
“Where are the condoms?” His voice had a gravelly sound to it that thrilled her.
“Bedside table.” She gestured with her chin, but didn’t break eye contact.
“Got it.”
He did. He was tall enough to reach into the drawer and find the box. She broke eye contact first. She didn’t remember what else was in there and was pleased to find nothing more than a notepad and the condoms. He had a foil packet out and was rolling it on in record time. She had a moment’s unease when she realized that he had obvious practice with the things. That was both reassuring and disturbing all at once. He probably hadn’t had to have a sex challenge with any of his other women. But he was her rebound lover, she reminded herself. She didn’t care if he’d been with a lot of other women before or after her. It didn’t matter even though the very idea hurt a little.
“Tori,” he said, drawing her gaze back up to his. “We can go slow.”
She laughed. “We’ve already taken triple my usual time. If we go any slower, I’ll fall asleep.” It was a lie. She was wide awake and well revved. Unfortunately, she’d forgotten who she was speaking to. He took her words as another challenge.
“Asleep?” he said with mock affront. Suddenly he was pushing her backward such that she dropped flat on the mattress. Then he crawled up over her, caging her with his arms and legs.
“Tori…” he began, but then didn’t say more. Was he just speaking her name? Probably. But she read so much more into his tone. This is the woman I want. The person I’m going to make love with. The woman who—
She reached up and drew his mouth down to hers. Her thoughts were starting to spin to unwanted places. To words that held more than simple desire. She didn’t want to go there. Not with her rebound lover.
He kissed her back with power that left her breathless. All mastery as he thrust inside her mouth, dueled with her tongue, and won in whatever game they were playing. But then he broke the kiss, pulling back as he gazed at her.
He didn’t say a word, and she didn’t either. Her heart was pounding too fast, her mind trying to grab hold of something but finding only his eyes. His steady, solid gaze as he shifted his legs. With slow, deliberate movements, he pushed a knee between hers. She had no problem with letting him settle between her thighs. When