Page 115 of Offside Rules

My eyes close.

"Go slow."

"Like this?"

"Baylor."

She kisses my jaw, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

I catch her hand gently before she can make me embarrass myself.

I pull the condom from my back pocket and then open in, rolling it on, then she lies back, pulling me down with her.

I brace myself on my good forearm. Her hand rests at the back of my neck, and she kisses me slowly enough that I forget about the landlord’s time limit.

I move between her thighs, keeping my eyes on hers.

"Still okay?"

She nods, then reaches up to brush my hair back.

"I want you."

I ease into her, watching her expression as she draws me closer. Her mouth opens against mine, and I stop for a moment before moving deeper.

"Wolf."

"I’ve got you."

When I’m fully inside her, I stay still with my forehead against hers.

I should have a better vocabulary by now. Something besides her name and a collection of swear words.

Apparently not.

"Fucking hell."

She kisses my cheek, her fingers moving over the back of my neck.

I draw back and move into her again. Her hand tightens, and I lift my head enough to see her face.

"There?"

"Yes."

I do it again.

She bites her bottom lip, then lets it go when I kiss her. I like watching her, but I like this too much to stay away from her mouth for long.

Her hands move over my back, then return to my face. Every time I pull away, she brings me back.

I’ve spent weeks trying to get a few more minutes with this woman. Now I’m lying with her in the shop she wants, and she’s looking at me like she’s glad I’m the one here.

I want another night like this.

Several hundred, if we’re being honest.

She shifts beneath me, and I stop counting.