by Morgan Fox
How could he work her body over like that? He seemed to know exactly what she needed. How she needed it.
Then with only a few more pumps of his hips, he clenched every muscle in his body against her, grunting as he filled her womb with his seed.
“Wow,” she breathed, as he lowered himself over her, resting most of his weight on his elbows, but blissfully on her, as well.
She kept her feet locked around his hips, holding him against her. She wasn’t ready to feel the emptiness that came when he pulled out. She liked the fullness she experienced when he was inside her. The power of knowing he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
He planted a sweet kiss to her mouth, cheek, and forehead, before meeting her gaze. The hazel of his eyes seemed lighter, brighter than she’d noted before. When he smiled at her, her toes curled.
How had I not seen him like this before?
“Everything all right?”
His question drew her thoughts back. “Sorry. Yes.” She was honest with him. She hadn’t expected it. Sex, yes. Fun, maybe. But to feel like she’d known him longer than she did, to feel this comfortable with him…no. “You’re not who I imagined you’d be.”
“Not a dumb jock or asshole?”
She frowned, remembering that she’d briefly told him about River, referring to him as a dumb jock and asshole. “I’m sorry if I was—”
She trailed her fingers over his shoulders and unhooked her feet from around his hips. He slid off of her and moved from the bed, heading into the bathroom.
“Don’t worry about it. I didn’t take it personally. You had no way of knowing who I was.”
“And who are you?” she asked, pulling the covers over her body and propping up against the headboard with a few pillows behind her.
He popped his head out of the bathroom. “I’m one of the good guys, duh.”
“Good to know.”
“Are you hungry, by chance?”
“I could eat.”
“Great,” he cheered, joining her back on the bed. “I could really use some energy. I plan on winning that bet.”
She laughed. “Not if I have anything to say, you won’t.”
“Then I suggest you join me in the kitchen for some much-needed fuel.” He leaned over and kissed her, taking her mouth in a kiss that had her gasping for breath. “You’re going to need it.”
* * * *
“Shit,” Finn murmured, closing the double-sided refrigerator and opening the walk-in pantry. Both were practically empty.
“What’s the matter?” Noble asked, stepping up to the counter, wearing his shirt from earlier.
She looks good in my clothes.
“Food is the matter,” he finally told her. “I have none.”
Noble laughed as she removed his cell phone off the charger and slid it toward him. “Pizza. They deliver. I like everything but anchovies.”
He smirked, taking the phone and dialing his favorite local pizzeria. He had them on speed dial. He ordered takeout a lot, and thankfully they were still delivering or he’d have to leave her to go get it. As it was, he planned to have her again before the pizza arrived. He had every intention of winning the sex game they played. In fact, as he stood there ordering the pizza, his cock stirred, as he pictured her on the counter, legs spread wide in offering.
He stammered through the order, noticing her eyes swelling as his erection grew more prominent. She must’ve figured out his thoughts, glancing behind her to check out the counter space. With a devilish grin, she hopped up on the counter and crooked her finger at him. He finished the order and tossed the phone down. Stalking toward her with the naughtiest of intentions, he pressed himself between her legs, kissing her mouth hard, before dropping down to trail his mouth down her neck. He gathered the shirt she wore and pulled it free of her body. Then, he worked his mouth down the valley of her breasts, taking time to kiss her navel. Slipping a finger into her warm heat, she leaned back, giving him more room. Working his finger in and out of her, he knelt to lick her clit, removing his finger to replace it with his tongue. He fucked her as deep as he could go, relishing the honey flavor of her pussy.
“I’ll never think of my kitchen the same way again,” he muttered, before capturing her clit between his lips to suck.
“Oh, God! Stop talking,” she ordered, gripping the back of his head to keep him in place.
He smiled against her pussy, enjoying the way they fit together. There was no holding back now. They’d moved past everything that kept them parted, and now it was fun, exciting, and everything he hoped for. He would never be the same after tonight. Noble would ruin him forever. She made him want to earn her, please her, and it was exactly what he wanted from a woman.
“Yes!” she cried, coming against his mouth. He licked her until she pushed against him, begging him to stop. “I can’t take anymore. Please.”
Standing between her legs, staring at her blush-filled cheeks, he was positive she was spent. Ready to claim his victory, he stalked to his bedroom for a condom to seal the deal, but when he returned, she wasn’t in the kitchen. He called out for her, but she said nothing.
He smirked, imagining her playing hide and seek. “Ready or not. Here I come,” he said aloud, accepting her silent challenge.
When he found her, he almost came where he stood. She was on the floor in the center of his entertainment room. She was on all fours, ass in the air, waving it like a fuck flag.
“Looking for me, big boy?”
His mouth went dry. He couldn’t believe that his body was responding as if he’d never had a taste of her. His cock hardened, jutting out like a heat-seeking missile. He was going to make her scream so well, she’d lose her voice.
Without a word, he positioned himself behind her and slipped inside. His thrusts weren’t slow and steady. They were fierce and wild. He couldn’t control the desire to brand himself into her. He had never wanted someone so intensely in his life. Noble was making him crazed with passion and consumed with the need for her. He couldn’t get enough. She matched him, thrust for thrust and moan for moan. She was insatiable, clawing his legs as he pounded against her ass.
He drew her up against him, rocking his hips to drill inside her as he held her against him. He reached around, cupping one breast, while his other hand dipped between her legs to find her clit. She raised her arm to wrap around his head, holding her other hand over his as he teased and tormented her center. She was coming undone in his arms, opening like the petals of a rose.
She quivered against him as she came, but he didn’t stop. He moved her onto her back, raising one leg to rest over his shoulder, twisting her hips so that the other leg went between his. Then, he drilled back into her, diving deep into her pussy, grinding hard against the spot inside her that had her panting and writhing before his eyes. Watching her shred apart was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. She came again. He wasn’t sure he had anything left to give. He’d come more times than ever. He couldn’t believe his cock hadn’t broken from overuse.
But when she said, “Let me suck you off,” in a husky voice, his question was answered. His vision went spotty and dark as he found his release.
“Woman, don’t say things like that,” he teased. “I was barely keeping my wits about me before you—”
She chuckled. “Wanted to suck you off?”
He shook his head, smirking. “Yes.”
“Maybe we should call things a draw then.”
“No way. I got more to give.” He bucked against her. He seriously needed a nap. How was it that she wasn’t exhausted?
She pressed her lips together, the corners of her mouth moving upward. “Sure you do.”
“Hey—” There was a knock at the door, cutting him off.
“I’ll get it.”
“The hell you will,” he told her, pinning her down. “My house. My door. My treat.” He kissed her. “Besides, you’re naked and you look like you’ve been”—his gaze roamed her well-savored body—“thorou
ghly satisfied.”
She huffed out a sarcastic breath. “And you’re still wearing a condom.”
He looked down at himself, as he stood. “True. But it’s still my house.”
She laughed as he parted from her. Dipping into the bathroom he quickly cleaned himself and slipped on his bathrobe. Darting for his wallet, he rushed to open the door.
He handed the delivery guy way more than necessary. “Thanks,” he said, grabbing the pizza and closing the door.
As he stepped back into the kitchen, he saw that she was already searching for plates and had napkins on the counter. She was still naked.
“I like that clothing is optional,” he praised. “I prefer it. Makes it easier to have you again after dinner.”
“Please,” she said, dragging out the word. “You’ll be sleeping like a log after you put that in your belly.”
“Not gonna happen,” he argued, but she was probably right. Men needed only a few things in life to satisfy them. Food, sleep, sex, and blow jobs. Outside of that, nothing else mattered.
“We’ll see,” she countered, popping open the pizza box to steal the first meat-covered slice.
* * * *
Noble wasn’t sure who fell asleep first. Waking up naked, with her face pressed against Finn’s warm chest, straddling his hips, she realized they had clearly fallen asleep in mid sexual romp. Clamping her lips together to keep her satisfied sigh contained, she stared at the man that had blindsided her. She admired the soft but masculine lines of his face, the ones that screamed that he was a virile man, but knew how to be gentle, as well. He was handsome, but he didn’t flaunt it like she assumed he would.
The Man of the Year pro quarterback had humble beginnings. I never would’ve guessed.
She was afraid to move, but she had no choice. The time on the nightstand motivated her to make a phone call. She was supposed to teach a spin class this morning, and there was no possible way she was going to do that. She was exhausted and sore. With a sensitive clit, biking was the last thing she craved. A hot shower—now that sounded like a dream.
As slowly as she could, she rolled off of him. The second her body was free of his, she covered him over and he quickly snuggled up on his side with the blanket tucking around him. She headed for her purse still sitting on the foyer table and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed her friend Debbie, who she usually covered for. Debbie owed her a million favors and she was desperate to cash in.
“Hey, Noble. What’s up?”
“Hi, Debbie. I need your help. Could you cover for me this morning?”
“Sure. Are you feeling okay?”
Noble breathed a sigh of relief. “Just a long night. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem. Get some rest,” Debbie told her, and they said good-bye.
“Does this mean I won?”
She rounded to see a smug Finn leaning against the wall that led down the hallway. He wore navy-blue boxer briefs that hung low on his narrow hips. She scoffed, swallowing her tongue. “Not a chance.”
There was no way she was going to let her sore vagina be the reason she lost to him. She’d bet money she’d broken his dick, and he wouldn’t be able to get an erection for at least a few days. No man was that gifted.
“Then why cancel your spin class? Too exhausted?” He smirked. “Did I wear you out?”
She laughed with a hearty huff, rolling her eyes at him. She didn’t normally like arrogant men, but Finn wasn’t arrogant. He was too damn sexy for his own good.
“Ever played football with a raging erection or swollen balls?” Her brow arched high, and when he cringed, she told him, “Add being repeatedly tackled while sporting that issue, and well, it’s no different from biking with a well-loved clitoris.”
He chuckled. “So I did win?”
“No,” she argued, disliking that he was enjoying the idea that she had to find someone to cover for her. Arrogant and sexy. She glared at him. “Not by a long shot.”
He moved toward her, eating up the distance between them in a few, long strides. “So I well-loved your clit, huh?”
She tried to hide her smile. He wanted her praise. If he didn’t look so damn delicious, firm, sculpted, and smoothed skin, she’d tease him about it. “No,” she protested.
“No?” He pulled her against his hard body. “I noticed you’re still not wearing clothing.”
“How observant,” she cheered. “I’m sure you’re also aware of how difficult it is to shower while dressed.”
“True.” He eyed her mouth. “I have a shirt and shorts you can borrow, but I have to admit that I really do prefer you naked.”
She shivered as he caressed her neck and breasts with the backs of his knuckles, dragging them teasingly over her nipple. Her pulse revved, inhaling his masculine scent. She couldn’t describe it, but the musk of his body was addictive and driving her wild.
“Good thing I brought an overnight bag.”
He stopped moving and narrowed his gaze with a glimmer of surprise in his eyes. “So it was always your plan to seduce me last night?”
“I was hopeful that you wanted me to,” she whispered, holding her breath.
He lowered his mouth to hers, sampling her with a gentle press of his lips, like feathers dragging over her skin. She moaned when the cool air greeted her.
“Best night ever,” he told her, kissing her once more.
“Take me to the shower,” she murmured between kisses.
He hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he began stalking down the hallway toward his bedroom. “How about I take you in the shower?”
She sank her teeth into her lower lip. As tired as she was, the idea of ravishing him in the shower sounded hot and promising.
His sea-green bathroom was luxurious with a wall-length black granite counter, two pearl-white sinks, and a black marble shower stall the size of a walk-in closet. She gasped. “This is gorgeous.”
“Not nearly as gorgeous as you,” he told her, sweeping her hair to the side to kiss her neck, before lowering her feet to the floor.
He reached into the shower stall and turned on the water. There were two separate showerheads, an area for each of them to bathe. She’d only seen bathrooms like this in magazines.
Oh, the glamorous life of a football star.
He guided her into the shower. She purred with happiness as she spotted the shampoo and conditioner. She quickly went to work washing her hair. She collected the bar of soap in her hand and took the offered washcloth, lathering it up. She washed her entire body, loving the massaging beat of the water on her back and chest.
When she turned to see if Finn was done, she caught his watchful gaze. “You’re very thorough,” he told her.
“I’m surprised you didn’t try to help me,” she admitted.
“I got a great deal of pleasure just watching.”
He dragged his hands over her damp skin, touching every inch. She closed her eyes as he took her lips in a pulse-pounding kiss. She relished the way he possessed her mouth and body. And she welcomed it. She was surprised at just how willing she was, especially after how adamant she had been to resist him.
Slowly, he guided her hands to the shower wall and raised her leg onto the bench. She heard the foil open, unsure of when he’d gotten it, and he entered her from behind. Her head fell back onto his chest as he bucked his hips, his cock filling her pussy.
This time, he took her slow. Her body stirred with the connection they shared, the wild throbbing of need that never seemed to be satisfied, an unquenchable thirst. She couldn’t get enough of him.
He lowered her feet to the floor, pulling her against him. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself up to wrap her legs around his waist. He slid back inside her, and she rolled her hips as he pressed her back to the wall.
She wasn’t sure how long they made love like that, but it was long enough for the shower water to turn cold. They rinsed off one final time and exited the shower. After dr
ying off, he showed her where his hairbrush was and offered her a new toothbrush. Then, he brought her an oversized shirt to wear. He put on a pair of boxer briefs. The movements between them were so comfortable and natural.
“Are you hungry?”
“I’d rather sleep,” she confessed, following him to the bed.
“Me, too.” He pulled the covers down, and they both crawled into bed. “Should we call it a draw then?” he asked.
She arched a curious brow. “Do you wish to forfeit?”
He glared at her, his expression unclear. “You really can’t tie with me, can you? You have to win. Admit it, I did you as good as you did me. It’s a tie.”
She chuckled, rolling onto her side and closing her eyes. She was ready to call it even. She just couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.
Chapter Eight
Noble woke feeling weightless and not grumpy.
That’s a first.
She glanced over at Finn’s side of the bed. He was reading. Damn, he looked good being all studious. She noted the cover of his magazine had a cowboy riding a bucking bronco.
She smirked. “So, you’re a cowboy football player. Anything else I should know about you?”
“I ride motorcycles?”
She sat up straight, her nipples beading against the silky white sheets she held to her chest. Finn Kipling just got hotter, and she didn’t think that was even possible. He was starting to become a serious distraction with all that perfection dripping from him like honey. There was no way he could be all that and more.
“You do?”
He nodded, closing the magazine. “I have three of them in my garage.”
The second she could unwrap her body from the warm comfort of his bed, she was going to take a look for herself. “Next, if you tell me that you save puppies as a volunteer fireman, I will require proof.”
He laughed. “I can’t. It’s in my football contract that I can’t do anything dangerous during practice and regular season.”
