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his bedroom.
Cool sheets enveloped her while he paused to find a condom. Sheathe himself. Then his hard body covered hers.
He sank into her. Deep.
Her breath caught. Her heart stuttered to a stop for a second before it began again at a frantic pace. She bit his shoulder for a moment before she realized what she was doing. Letting go, she tucked her forehead to his chest and wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him close.
He stroked her hair with one hand even as he stroked her insides with powerful thrusts. Opening her eyes, she peered up at him, visible in the moonlight streaming through a skylight over the bed. He was so beautiful it hurt to look at him. Not just because he was a sexy baseball star. But because she loved him.
Always.
Meeting his gaze for a long moment, he bent over her to take her mouth and kiss the ever-loving hell out of her. She let him, meeting his tongue stroke for stroke, rolling over him until she sat on top. Her hair fell forward, a dark curtain that closed out anything but their kiss.
There was a hushed, awed quality to lovemaking that had never been there before. She felt it in the way he moved against her. In the way he looked at her. It was because it was their first time together as a married couple. And he treated her with a level of reverence that she couldn’t afford to think about right now.
Shaky, she straightened.
She fought for words that would dispel some of the seriousness that would make sex light and playful again. But Grady sat up with her so that she sat in his lap, straddling him intimately.
“I want to keep you in the moonlight.” He edged her back under the skylight, keeping them sealed together as he spun her beneath him again. “You’re so beautiful.”
Dizzy from the spinning and the heady words, she could only clutch at his shoulders as he went to work on her breasts, lavishing them with kisses she could feel everywhere in her oversensitive skin. He plucked at her sex with his thumb and forefinger, catapulting her into a thousand sparks of delicious fulfillment. Then he did it all over again until she held him too tightly to let him do that again.
“Please,” she whispered in his ear. Needing him to come with her the next time. Wanting to feel him burn the way she was burning.
Then he moved inside her and she couldn’t think anymore. She could only hold on tight as he took them higher. Higher.
When she flew apart this time, he went with her, their shouts muffled against each other’s shoulders, the heat sealing them together in a molten flame. Pleasure filled her to her fingertips, a languid, satiated joy that pulled her mouth into a smile. Lying beside him in the dark she tipped her forehead against his chest, snuggling close.
She wasn’t sure how long they’d lain intertwined in his bed when his cell phone rang, the shrill chime jarring her out of half-formed dreams of lying beside him forever.
Beside her, Grady rolled off the bed with a grunted apology that she was too languid to answer. She tugged the sheet around her and curled into the warmth of where their bodies had been together. The scent of his aftershave lingered on the pillow.
When he returned to the bedroom a moment later, his scowl chilled the last of the warmth from their lovemaking.
Sitting up, she clutched the sheet around her. “Grady? What’s wrong?”
He dropped to sit on the side of the bed, cell phone cradled in his hands, tendons in his neck strained. “Someone at the courthouse and a picture of our marriage certificate landed on social media.”
“Oh no.” She tucked the sheet tighter around her, trying to think through what that and their inevitable breakup meant for him. For his career. “I hadn’t thought about that.”
“Right. You didn’t think the wedding would happen.” His face was scrubbed clean of expression as he scooped up his shirt from the floor and pulled it on over his head. “But I’ll need to deal with the fallout.”
“What do you
Cool sheets enveloped her while he paused to find a condom. Sheathe himself. Then his hard body covered hers.
He sank into her. Deep.
Her breath caught. Her heart stuttered to a stop for a second before it began again at a frantic pace. She bit his shoulder for a moment before she realized what she was doing. Letting go, she tucked her forehead to his chest and wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him close.
He stroked her hair with one hand even as he stroked her insides with powerful thrusts. Opening her eyes, she peered up at him, visible in the moonlight streaming through a skylight over the bed. He was so beautiful it hurt to look at him. Not just because he was a sexy baseball star. But because she loved him.
Always.
Meeting his gaze for a long moment, he bent over her to take her mouth and kiss the ever-loving hell out of her. She let him, meeting his tongue stroke for stroke, rolling over him until she sat on top. Her hair fell forward, a dark curtain that closed out anything but their kiss.
There was a hushed, awed quality to lovemaking that had never been there before. She felt it in the way he moved against her. In the way he looked at her. It was because it was their first time together as a married couple. And he treated her with a level of reverence that she couldn’t afford to think about right now.
Shaky, she straightened.
She fought for words that would dispel some of the seriousness that would make sex light and playful again. But Grady sat up with her so that she sat in his lap, straddling him intimately.
“I want to keep you in the moonlight.” He edged her back under the skylight, keeping them sealed together as he spun her beneath him again. “You’re so beautiful.”
Dizzy from the spinning and the heady words, she could only clutch at his shoulders as he went to work on her breasts, lavishing them with kisses she could feel everywhere in her oversensitive skin. He plucked at her sex with his thumb and forefinger, catapulting her into a thousand sparks of delicious fulfillment. Then he did it all over again until she held him too tightly to let him do that again.
“Please,” she whispered in his ear. Needing him to come with her the next time. Wanting to feel him burn the way she was burning.
Then he moved inside her and she couldn’t think anymore. She could only hold on tight as he took them higher. Higher.
When she flew apart this time, he went with her, their shouts muffled against each other’s shoulders, the heat sealing them together in a molten flame. Pleasure filled her to her fingertips, a languid, satiated joy that pulled her mouth into a smile. Lying beside him in the dark she tipped her forehead against his chest, snuggling close.
She wasn’t sure how long they’d lain intertwined in his bed when his cell phone rang, the shrill chime jarring her out of half-formed dreams of lying beside him forever.
Beside her, Grady rolled off the bed with a grunted apology that she was too languid to answer. She tugged the sheet around her and curled into the warmth of where their bodies had been together. The scent of his aftershave lingered on the pillow.
When he returned to the bedroom a moment later, his scowl chilled the last of the warmth from their lovemaking.
Sitting up, she clutched the sheet around her. “Grady? What’s wrong?”
He dropped to sit on the side of the bed, cell phone cradled in his hands, tendons in his neck strained. “Someone at the courthouse and a picture of our marriage certificate landed on social media.”
“Oh no.” She tucked the sheet tighter around her, trying to think through what that and their inevitable breakup meant for him. For his career. “I hadn’t thought about that.”
“Right. You didn’t think the wedding would happen.” His face was scrubbed clean of expression as he scooped up his shirt from the floor and pulled it on over his head. “But I’ll need to deal with the fallout.”
“What do you
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