Page 106 of Power Play

I got a hand into the back of her hair and tipped her head up, and I kissed her in my own kitchen with her mouth already open for it, and she groaned into it, and I’d been waiting on that sound since twenty past six that morning. Then she got both fists in my shirt and pulled.

“Bedroom,” I said.

“The door⁠—”

“Hers is pulled to. Hall light’s on.” I put my mouth by her ear. “You’ll be quiet for me.”

Her breath went out against my throat, and she nodded, and I took her wrist and walked her down my hall.

I shut my door and turned her against it. Both her wrists came up on their own and I put them where I wanted them, spread on the wood on either side of her head, and pinned them with one hand and got the other under the jersey. Then the jersey came up off her and the sweater after it, and I had the jersey back down over her before she’d finished pushing her hair out of her face.

“That stays on,” I said.

Her eyes changed.

“Say you heard me.”

“I heard you.”

I got her jeans open with one hand and worked them down her thighs and she got them off her feet, and then she was standing against my bedroom door in nothing but my number, and I stepped back to look. The hem sat at the middle of her thighs. My name was across her shoulders.

“Delaney.”

“Yes.”

“You know what that is.”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“It’s yours,” she said, and her voice broke over the middle of the word. “It’s yours and half your team watched me put it on and I don’t care.”

I lifted her up off her feet, and she wrapped her legs around me, and I put her in the middle of my bed with the jersey riding up over her hips, and pulled it back down. I got my shirt off and my belt open, and put my hand between her legs and found her soaked through, and she put her face into my shoulder to keep the sound in.

“That’s for me.”

“That’s been for you since the third period,” she said, and I laughed into her hair, and she bit me, not gently, on the side of my neck.

I got the jersey up over her breasts and put my mouth on her, and she got a fistful of my hair and held on.

“Quiet,” I said, against her.

She put her forearm over her own mouth. I made her come like that, with her arm across her face and my name coming out muffled around it, and when she came down I kissed her before she had her breath back.

Then I got the rest of my clothes off and knelt up between her legs, and she got up on her elbows to watch me.

“Look at you,” I said. “Sitting up for it.”

“Eli.”

“Say what you want.”

“You,” she said. “I want you. I’ve wanted you since warmups.”

She’d had the nightstand drawer open since my jeans hit the floor, and put one into my hand without being asked, and not a word got said about it.

I pushed into her slow, all the way, and stopped with my hips against her and let her have a second, because she needed it and because I did.