Page 260 of Securing the Pucking Rebound
“It’s been pretty great, huh?”
“Some might say the best.”
“I would say that. Despite the obvious,” I say, nodding toward my knee. “It’s hands down been my best year yet.”
“Better than the year you got drafted?”
“Better than that.” His confirmation ends with a kiss, and I’m powerless but to wrap my arms around his neck, anchoring us together.
He groans into our kiss, and it tingles right down to my clit.
“We don’t have time for this,” I mutter breathlessly when he pulls back to kiss down my throat.
“Of course we do. We have all the time in the world.”
“But the party—”
“The party can wait,” he rasps as he tugs the fabric of my tunic up and over my body, leaving me in my leggings and bra. “Fuck, this is pretty.”
As he kisses down my chest, my back arches from the wall, desperate for more. Calvin Keller is the perfect antidote to a long and hard day.
His fingers tuck under the lace cups of my bra, tugging them down to expose my already peaked nipples.
He groans in delight before licking around one with the tip of his tongue.
“Calvin,” I moan, my fingers sinking into his hair, holding him in place.
He teases me for a few more seconds before sucking me into his hot mouth.
“Oh God.” My head hits the wall with a gentle thud as sparks shoot around my body, almost all of them ending at my clit.
While he sucks on one side, he exposes the other, pinching me between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me out of my own head until the only thing I can think about is him.
“Calvin,” I whimper.
“Yeah, darlin’? What is it I can do for you?” he asks, gazing up at me with so much love in his eyes it makes me want to sob.
“I want you. Please.”
He pushes to his full height, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I fucking love it when you beg.”
My shriek of surprise fills my apartment when he suddenly throws me over his shoulder and marches deeper into the room. I expect him to take a right and march us into my bedroom, but he doesn’t. Instead, he slows to a stop in front of the couch.
The second he has me back on my feet, he drags my leggings down and tugs off my shoes, leaving me in just my lingerie.
He falls back onto the couch, legs spread, his hands resting on his thighs, and his eyes trailing over every inch of me.
“You’re my every fantasy come to life, do you know that?”
I can’t stop the smile that curls my lips. I’ve never felt as beautiful or as sexy as I do with Calvin. He makes me forget my insecurities and lets me see myself the way he does. My slightly wobbly belly no longer exists, neither does the cellulite on my thighs and ass. It’s the most addictive and heady feeling.
I take a step closer, hoping like hell that it looks sexy and sensual. From the way his eyes darken and his pants strain against his erection, I’d say I nailed it.
“Is that right?” I taunt.
“It is. Now get on my lap, darlin’. I want to feel you grinding down on me.”
