When Stars Collide (Light in the Dark 2)

She pushes my sweatpants and boxer-briefs off my hips and takes me in her hand. My breath catches and my eyes close as I fall to the bed. A moment later, her mouth joins her hand and I lose all sense of reality.

“Fuck, Thea.” I wrap my fingers around her silky hair, and watch her work her mouth up and down.

My heart bangs like a drum inside my chest, so loud that I can’t even hear my thoughts.

I push her should

ers gently and she releases me, giving me a lazy smile with her eyes half-mast.

I grab a condom and rip it open. She watches me as I roll it on and then I grasp her hips, pulling her toward me and sliding inside her. She lets out a small gasp and her fingernails dig into my arms. Her hands move to the center of my chest and I grab them, pinning them above her head. Her eyes darken.

I press my lips to her neck and then move down between her breasts.

Her hands grow restless between mine, desperate to touch me, and I can’t help but smile against her skin when I kiss the underside of her breast.

“Xander,” she pleads, fingers wiggling. “I need to touch you.”

“Not this time.” It’s not often that I take complete control, and this is the only time I’ve refused to let her touch me.

She whimpers as the heat of my body leaves her and then I flip her over, grab her ass between my hands, and slam back inside her with a groan.

I lean over her, pressing my front to her back, and whisper in her ear, “I fucking love you.”

She doesn’t respond with words, just the smallest fucking whimpers as her fingers dig into the sheets. She comes, her body shaking, and I hold her steady so she doesn’t fall to the bed, and then I’m right behind her finding my own release. She sits up on her knees and I hold her against me, my breath coming out in pants against her back.

After a moment we both collapse onto the bed, and she sprawls across me, burrowing her head against my neck.

“That was intense.” She laughs.

I nod. My brain’s turned to mush, and there are no words.

“Now I’m all sweaty and I smell like you.” She laughs again, heartier this time. “Think about that while you practice.”

Fuck.

“So, what’d you think?” I ask Thea as we head out to the parking lot. My hair is still damp from my after-practice shower and my gym bag thumps against my leg. “Was it everything you thought it would be?”

She clasps her hands together and does a little spin. “It was spectacular, and so intense. I can’t wait to see you play in a real game, because fuck, if I’m this turned on after a practice I’m going to jump you after a game. You’ve been warned.”

I laugh, shaking my head at her. “You realize I’ll be dead tired after a game, right?” Even now, my legs hurt and my arms are protesting every time I lift them even slightly. I never complain, though, because I’m living my dream.

She waves her hand dismissively. “I can fantasize about some dirty against the locker sex, okay? Give me a break.” She spins again and then stops. “Oh, I made the reservations for eight like you asked, but we still have several hours to kill so what do you want to do?”

I shrug. “What do you want to do?”

“Hmm.” She stops by the truck and presses her fingers to her lips. “We could go to Larimer Square?” she suggests.

I nod. “Sounds good to me.”

We head over that way and roam the streets for a while. When we pass a flower cart, Thea stops and insists we pick out some flowers for my mom.

“Which one do you think she’d like?”

I rack my brain, trying to remember if I’ve seen any of these around the house before. After a minute, I point to one. “Those, I think.”

She nods and grabs them. “Lilies, good choice.”

I buy the flowers and we continue down the street, ducking into the shops now and then. There’s a pet store and we pick up some things for Prue that we know she’ll love.