waist, then he’s giving me his weight, desperately rocking into me. Oh, yes. That’s perfect. Fuck. If there’s one thing these tight-ass jeans are good for, it’s dry humping. I can even feel the ridges in his cock!
Be jealous. Be very jealous!
“At least you’re honest. Most guys wouldn’t be so honest.”
His kiss breaks, and his eyes dip to my chest and then my lips. “I’m joking. I don’t think that.” His brow knits together again. “Your husband died, and he was cheating on you.”
“Yeah. That.”
“It’s okay,” he whispers, his mouth dipping to my collarbone. His kiss paints seductively across my chest. “You can have fun yourself. He’s not holding you back anymore. Now it’s my turn to make you forget he even existed at all.”
His words are exactly what I need to hear and sparks a fiery desire I can’t put out. I push back and remove my shirt. The pants will be a different story.
With the same intensity he had in the bar, his eyes roam over my body, and suddenly, I’m self-conscious. I’m naked—almost—vulnerable, and his eyes are blazing with desire, confirming there’s no need for insecurities here. He wouldn’t have come here if he didn’t want this.
“You are fucking beautiful,” he tells me, lifting up to work on his belt buckle. There’s a clanking of his belt and the sound of his zipper lowering.
Yes! Now we’re getting to the good stuff. I motion to my own jeans, struggling. “I’m gonna need help with these jeans.”
Before he takes his off, he smiles and reaches for my hips. “It’d be my pleasure.” His fingers glide over the band to the edges and then curl around it, dipping inside and gathering my panties with it. Okay, so no wasting any time.
Shit, did I shave down there?
Oh, who cares. I’m never gonna see this guy again. Just let go and fuck him.
“Though you looked amazing in these, I’m not sad to see them go.”
“I’m not either. I couldn’t breathe,” I tease, wiggling out of them as he pulls them down. “Now hurry. Take yours off. I don’t want to be the only one naked.”
“Trying to steal home, are you?” He winks and then lowers his jeans.
Gulp.
His bat… I’m not disappointed. I can’t get a very good look in the darkness, but it’s enough to know that he’s bigger than Collin. Ha. Take that, you lying piece of shit.
I reach forward and stroke him once. He draws in a quick hissing breath, his shoulders hunching forward. “Goddamn.”
I fight back a squeal of delight. “Do you have a condom?”
Swallowing, he nods and reaches down to his jeans. I watch with just as much rapt attention as I did when he took his shirt off as I do when he puts the damn condom on. It’s almost artful in the way he moves. Once he has it on, I scoot back on the bed to the center.
Breathing deeply, he smiles and climbs on with me, falling on top of me in the process. “Sorry.” He laughs, easing up. It’s then, between the fumbling and the lazy eyes, I realize he’s pretty drunk. I wonder if he’ll remember this, or if I will. I’m amazed I haven’t passed out yet. “Little clumsy here.”
With the pounding in my chest, I think it’s my anxiety for what comes next that keeps me from doing so. “Let’s hope your aim’s not off now.” I wave my finger in his face. “No backfield here.”
He bites my finger. “Your baseball innuendos are turning me on.”
I yank him forward, and he lands on my body with an oomph. “Batter up.”
The head of his cock hits my entrance, but he doesn’t enter me yet. He waits until I’m looking at him. His kiss returns, as do those dirty words from earlier when he slides inside me. “I hope he’s watching because you’re never going to remember him inside your pussy again.” He slams forward, with no hesitation. “Only me. Every time you move, you’ll think of me.”
“You’re awfully confident there.” I hold onto his shoulders, sucking on his lip.
He lifts his head, gazing down at me but doesn’t say anything. The dirty smirk is enough.
His vow for me to forget about Collin?
Truth. Every single touch, kiss, thrust, it will forever be engrained with the memory of this guy. I mean, Jesus Christ. I should’ve been hanging out at the college campus a lot sooner.
His movements are smooth and steady, but it’s those damn kisses that are so fucking magical. Had he gone