Page 44 of Game On

We moved together, trying to get as close to each other as possible. The bed rocked as his thrusts got rougher, harder, like he couldn’t stop himself. Like being inside me brought an animal out in him. I liked it. A lot.

His lips trailed down my jaw until he was at my ear. “Lily.”

I dug my nails into his back, arching my hips up to meet him again. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m gonna come.”

“Okay.”

He pressed his thumb against my clit. “You gotta come first.”

“S’okay,” I slurred. I was pretty sure I’d come along with him. I’d feel sore tomorrow, but it was worth it. My walls clenched around him, and my body tingled again.

He put more pressure on my clit. “Not yet. Come for me, princess?”

I nodded. I would do anything he asked in this moment. He had me teetering toward the edge again, and I wanted him to push me over it.

The rocking of the bed got louder, and I was crying as he found that spot deep inside me.

“That’s it,” he purred. “You come on this dick.”

“Fuck,” I moaned. “Logan, fuck!”

And then my orgasm took over, and I was coming so hard, I forgot where I was, forgot that this was a one-night stand to scratch the itch we both needed.

Two seconds later, he roared out his release, a loud and guttural male sound I wanted to etch inside my brain. I wanted to remember this perfect date with this man and how he rocked my world for only one night.

I’d think about the consequences later. Right now, I melted into the bed in the aftershocks of my orgasm.

Chapter Fifteen

LOGAN

“I really needed that,” Lily murmured into my chest.

She was curled around my torso, her hair spread out across my shoulder as we cuddled together post-sex. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay here all night with her, but that wasn’t an option. I might have booked this room for the night, but we both knew we weren’t using it the whole night since we had kids we needed to get back to. I wanted a few more moments of fantasy with her in my arms.

“Me too.” I ran my hands through her blonde hair, smoothing it down from the wild sex hair I gave her.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she whispered.

“Sure.”

She blew out a breath. “I haven’t had sex since I was pregnant.”

I furrowed my brow as I did the math backward. Rosie was still little, but she had to be over a year old. That didn’t compute to me. “How old’s Rosie?”

“Sixteen months.”

I winced. I hadn’t had sex in a couple months, but a year and a half?

White-hot rage coursed through me because I had a good idea that her asshole ex-husband was the reason why. She didn’t say, but it explained why she had hangups about her post-baby body. Hockey players might go for the supermodel type, but I wasn’t one of them. I liked women of any shape or size, but I loved a woman with curves. Lily certainly had the perfect amount of those. And stretch marks? Who cared? I didn’t. It bothered me she thought that shit mattered to me.

Her hand on my beard brought me out of my sour thoughts. Her eyes searched my own with a worried look on her face. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

I took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Nothing. Why haven’t you had sex in that long?”

She flopped back on the bed. “You don’t want to hear about how naïve I was and believed everything my ex said to me.”