take a risk and add another finger and she throws her head back, hair falling all over the place and the scent of vanilla hits my nose.
She’s close. So close. I can feel her throb around my fingers and her hips lose control.
I rub her harder. Faster. Twisting my fingers to find that rigid space of flesh inside and when I suck her nipple into my mouth one last time, she falls apart.
She bites down on her lip. It doesn’t hide the noises she makes. They’re glorious.
I’ve made her come apart. I’ve never seen anything more sexy, watching her buck against my hand, rubbing my dick through my jeans and I bite down on my own lip so I don’t come in my jeans.
“Vidunderlig.”
She collapses to my shoulders and laughs. “What does that mean?”
“Gorgeous. Although I think the word in English might be prettier.”
“I like when you speak Danish.”
I usually only do it when I’m by myself, working out problems in my head, talking to myself. There are four different languages teammates can speak on the team but the only one we all know is English. I rarely speak in my native language anymore and yet I realize I do it plenty around Paisley. It comes without thought.
“Come here.” I slide my hand out of her pants and wrap my arms around her. Her breasts press to my chest and her fingers finally release from my scalp.
I would tease her for hurting me, but I like it and I want her to do it more.
Next time.
When I’ve had the patience to get her to a bed, but I hadn’t expected our kiss to turn into this.
Not that I’m complaining. Nope. No complaints here except my dick is still hard and wanting attention.
As if she knows, or understands, her hand slides between us and presses against my bulge. “It’s later,” she whispers, kissing the column of my throat. Her lips press against a vein there and yes. I like this idea very much.
Her lips are curled into a smile, I can feel it, hear the whisper of her quiet laugh.
“You don’t have to.” But God, I definitely want.
If she stays, we’ll do this again, in my bed. Naked. I want her more than I can remember wanting anything other than hockey.
Paisley’s hand goes to the button of my jeans and her fingers work quickly. Frantically. It’s almost like she wants my dick in her hands more than I do. She leans back to her knees, breasts swinging in a tantalizing way so close to my face and grinning at my still covered dick like it’s dessert.
The zipper goes down.
And yes. I most definitely want.
“Can I?” she asks, hand sliding to my waistband. She’s wiggled back on my lap to give herself more room.
Oh yes. She can. I will let her do whatever she desires.
Until a piercing cry comes from the hallway.
“No,” I moan and close my eyes, cringing.
“Angelo,” she whispers. Her head has turned and she’s looking in the direction of the hallway, his bedroom, to where he sounds very unhappy.
“I should go get him.” But it will take me a second to move. I don’t tell her that. Instead, I kiss her quickly, brush the hair off her cheek and slide her off my lap. I grab her shirt and hand it to her. “You get dressed. We’ll be right back.”
Angelo is not happy when I enter his room. He’s kicked his legs so much he’s no longer swaddled in that weird way where his arms and legs are so tight only his face shows through the blanket. I’m more than a little frustrated he’s cock-blocked me once again, but somehow, as soon as I have him in my arms, that frustration melts away.
He has the strangest effect on me. Making me feel bigger and stronger than I already am in the weirdest, most indescribable way.
I dig through his crib for his pacifier and come up empty, so I grab another one from the changing table. The furniture was delivered and installed earlier this week and my condo is quickly being overtaken by baby things. Baby things are everywhere.
I like cleanliness. Order. Rules and priorities where I can make lists and ensure everything runs like a well-oiled ship.
Angelo undoes all of that in the span of twenty minutes and my home has never been more disorderly since Angela dropped him at my door. And yet, I’m not irritated by that either.
He rejects the pacifier, head whipping back and forth and