hers in response.
“Valerie...” he whispered, trailing little kisses across her jaw and down her neck. She arched and threw her head back, exposing more of her throat to him. Her legs squeezed his waist. She arched her back. The bend in her spine forced her breasts against his chest as her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Shh... Let's go visit that king size, huh?” she whispered, her voice hoarse. God, he wanted her so bad. He didn't want to stop, but she pressed against his chest, and unhooked her legs from him. He groaned in disappointment as she slid off his body. “Relax, Eager McEagerson. We have plenty of time.” She took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
“I don't want to wait,” he said. His voice had a slight whine to it. How very manly of him. “I've wanted you for weeks.”
She stopped as they entered the bedroom and turned a sassy smirk on him. “Is that so? I could tell, by the way you came to see me so much.”
“I had a road trip,” he countered. “I travel a lot, you know.”
“We're not going to talk about this right now,” she said, “because if I start thinking, I'll stop and I don't want to stop tonight.”
“Then by all means, chica ,” he spread his arms out as his back faced the mattress, “do your worst.” She pressed her palms to his chest. Smirking, he grabbed her wrists as she pushed and tried to pull away, and took her to the bed with him. She wasn't getting away that easily.
***
Valerie's breath left her as she fell on top of Darren. As she landed, her soft breasts pressed against his hard body in sharp contrast. His erection jerked against her belly. This man pushed every button she had without even trying and he said he'd been waiting weeks for her?
She'd waited too. While she'd been able to throw herself into work, every time she walked into the Penalty Box she thought of him, wondered what he was doing, where he was. But when he didn't even try to contact her, she'd felt abandoned.
Ugh. She was ruining this.
Too much thought.
She was determined to shut her mind off for the evening and enjoy herself for once. Her heart thumped against her rib cage. She gazed down at him, their bodies pressed together. He was absolutely the most gorgeous creature she'd ever seen.
A mischievous grin came over his face. He rolled them so he loomed over her, situated between her legs. His gaze roamed over her body and back to her eyes. “You're wearing way too many clothes. I need you naked.”
“Yeah? Well… so are you,” she countered, immediately feeling lame. He was half-naked, wearing only those old sweatpants. She was smothered in clothes that were too tight, too heavy. She ran her fingers through his sprinkling of chest hair with a smile, reuniting touch with memory. His breath caught as her palms brushed over his nipples.
“You're killing me.” His jaw was set in grim determination, the veins on his neck strained. She liked him out of control. Just for good measure, she pinched one of his nipples between her index and thumb and twisted.
He caught her wrist firmly. She shuddered at the determined look in his eyes, alight with desire. All for her. “Too many clothes. You need to catch up.”
He pulled at the zipper of her hoodie and slipped it off her body, lifting her up to toss it away. Her tank top was next, leaving her in jeans and a blue satin bra. Insecurity flared within her, but Darren showed no signs of slowing down. Determination marked his chiseled expression as he ran his fingers across her bare skin, down her rib cage, to her waist.
Resoluteness set his jaw as he unbuttoned her jeans and lifted her to pull them over her hips and down her legs. He got awkwardly stuck at her boots, which he had to unlace to get her pants off. She tried to help him, but he pressed her into the mattress and shook his head. “This is my job.”
Finally, she was left in her underwear, navy blue lace bikini briefs and bra on full display. He smiled as he smoothed his
“Valerie...” he whispered, trailing little kisses across her jaw and down her neck. She arched and threw her head back, exposing more of her throat to him. Her legs squeezed his waist. She arched her back. The bend in her spine forced her breasts against his chest as her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Shh... Let's go visit that king size, huh?” she whispered, her voice hoarse. God, he wanted her so bad. He didn't want to stop, but she pressed against his chest, and unhooked her legs from him. He groaned in disappointment as she slid off his body. “Relax, Eager McEagerson. We have plenty of time.” She took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
“I don't want to wait,” he said. His voice had a slight whine to it. How very manly of him. “I've wanted you for weeks.”
She stopped as they entered the bedroom and turned a sassy smirk on him. “Is that so? I could tell, by the way you came to see me so much.”
“I had a road trip,” he countered. “I travel a lot, you know.”
“We're not going to talk about this right now,” she said, “because if I start thinking, I'll stop and I don't want to stop tonight.”
“Then by all means, chica ,” he spread his arms out as his back faced the mattress, “do your worst.” She pressed her palms to his chest. Smirking, he grabbed her wrists as she pushed and tried to pull away, and took her to the bed with him. She wasn't getting away that easily.
***
Valerie's breath left her as she fell on top of Darren. As she landed, her soft breasts pressed against his hard body in sharp contrast. His erection jerked against her belly. This man pushed every button she had without even trying and he said he'd been waiting weeks for her?
She'd waited too. While she'd been able to throw herself into work, every time she walked into the Penalty Box she thought of him, wondered what he was doing, where he was. But when he didn't even try to contact her, she'd felt abandoned.
Ugh. She was ruining this.
Too much thought.
She was determined to shut her mind off for the evening and enjoy herself for once. Her heart thumped against her rib cage. She gazed down at him, their bodies pressed together. He was absolutely the most gorgeous creature she'd ever seen.
A mischievous grin came over his face. He rolled them so he loomed over her, situated between her legs. His gaze roamed over her body and back to her eyes. “You're wearing way too many clothes. I need you naked.”
“Yeah? Well… so are you,” she countered, immediately feeling lame. He was half-naked, wearing only those old sweatpants. She was smothered in clothes that were too tight, too heavy. She ran her fingers through his sprinkling of chest hair with a smile, reuniting touch with memory. His breath caught as her palms brushed over his nipples.
“You're killing me.” His jaw was set in grim determination, the veins on his neck strained. She liked him out of control. Just for good measure, she pinched one of his nipples between her index and thumb and twisted.
He caught her wrist firmly. She shuddered at the determined look in his eyes, alight with desire. All for her. “Too many clothes. You need to catch up.”
He pulled at the zipper of her hoodie and slipped it off her body, lifting her up to toss it away. Her tank top was next, leaving her in jeans and a blue satin bra. Insecurity flared within her, but Darren showed no signs of slowing down. Determination marked his chiseled expression as he ran his fingers across her bare skin, down her rib cage, to her waist.
Resoluteness set his jaw as he unbuttoned her jeans and lifted her to pull them over her hips and down her legs. He got awkwardly stuck at her boots, which he had to unlace to get her pants off. She tried to help him, but he pressed her into the mattress and shook his head. “This is my job.”
Finally, she was left in her underwear, navy blue lace bikini briefs and bra on full display. He smiled as he smoothed his
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