curve of her shoulder as they kissed. A soft moan escaped her, and their kisses escalated quickly. When she fisted the front of his shirt, he knew it was safe to push further. He dragged his hand down to the curve of her breast, tracing the plump lines, then down to her hip. He gave her a healthy squeeze before they broke for air.
“Oh my lord,” she breathed.
“You good?” he asked.
She nodded fervently, clutching at her chest. “Not tired anymore.”
“Didn’t think you would be.”
She grinned, her pink lip gloss completely kissed off her lips, and then dove forward, cupping his face in her hands. She straddled him, her luscious ass settling right on top of his cock. He moaned through another kiss as she slung her arms around his neck. She tasted like heaven. Like pure bliss. A thousand times better than he could have ever imagined, and he’d imagined it plenty.
He palmed the roundness of her ass in his lap, his mind spinning. Yes, he’d wanted it to go here, and as quickly as possible. But part of him had thought they might not actually make it.
Apparently Jill had bottled up her attraction just as effectively as he had.
“Jesus, Jill,” he breathed through a kiss. He pushed his hands around to the back of her pants, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband into the warmth below. A lacy panty line greeted him, which made his cock twitch. “Can we watch movies all the time?”
“Only if you get Twizzlers next time,” she said, smiling against his lips. But the lull in kisses was too long. He needed more. Now. He dove back in, their tongues meeting in the middle. He jerked her against him forcefully, which sent a shiver through her body.
“I feel like this is dangerous,” she said during the next kissing break, pressing her forehead to his. She took deep breaths, her eyes drifting open and shut.
“I’m not afraid,” he said, smoothing his hands up the back of her shirt. “Are you?”
“A little.”
He smoothed his lips against hers. “What are you afraid of?”
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she looked away for a moment. “There’s so much.”
He flexed beneath her—he practically couldn’t help it. His body knew exactly how well they’d fit together, and he was dying to prove himself right. “How about I make you forget about your fears, then?”
She chuckled throatily, dragging a finger down the front of his shirt. “Spoken like a true player.”
“Football player only, darlin’,” he whispered before diving in for another consuming kiss. Maxwell dug his fingers into the fleshy roundness at her hips, starting a slow, purposeful gyration against her. She whimpered through the kiss. She had to feel the length of his cock by now.
Jill sat back, narrowing her eyes at him. “You taking this shirt off would probably help things.”
Maxwell grinned. She didn’t need to ask twice. He tore off his shirt and tossed it aside. She bit at her bottom lip, her hands smoothing over the exposed skin of his chest and abs. The warm brown hue of her hands complemented the olive undertone of his skin. In fact, everything about them together looked good, felt good. He tugged her closer.
“Now how about you take your shirt off? That would help things too.”
A playful smile danced at her lips. “Oh yeah?”
“Don’t worry. If you don’t want to, I can take it off for you.” He slid his hands further up the back of her shirt, relishing the warmth he found there. “I’m real helpful like that.”
“Yeah. You better do it,” she said breathily.
Maxwell lifted her shirt, tugging the blouse over her head. Her skin went goose pimply under his attention, and a low whistle escaped him as he beheld her. Her heavy breasts were encased in black satin, and he couldn’t stop himself from pressing soft kisses along the luscious curves there.
“Mm-hmmm.” Her head tilted to the side, eyes fluttering closed. He took that murmur of pleasure as his invitation to continue. He traced invisible patterns with his tongue along the slope of her breast, lapping up the silkiness of her skin, the salty tang, the way she’d started rocking her hips against him in time with his own movements.
He nuzzled the cups of her bra, fumbling to unhook the clasp while he continued playing in the lushness of her chest. When it finally unsnapped, the straps of her bra slipped down her arms, and she laughed throatily.
“I’ve been counting the hours,” he said, gently tugging at her bra