Hoops Holiday (Hoops 2.50)

She pauses to lift one brow. “I don’t want another relationship like I had with Will.”

Her eyes soften, the brown darkening with emotion.

“I want a relationship where I don’t hide and neither do you,” she says. “Where we trust each other even with the hard things; the things that break our hearts and cause us pain.”

“Avery—”

“Where I never have to worry about you cheating on me and you never have to worry about me cheating on you,” she continues. “Where even if we’re three thousand miles apart, we’re as close as two people can be.”

Hope climbs up my chest. I was afraid to let myself hope, but she’s here and she’s ready, and I can’t keep my hands off her even for another second. I grab handfuls of her ass and press her down onto me. We both pant at the first grind of her body into mine.

“That all sounds doable,” I rasp.

“’Doable?” she asks breathlessly. “I’m risking a lot here. I’m gonna need something more definitive.”

“Really?” My hand moves between us until I can get down her pants, past the barrier of her underwear. She’s wet and slick under my stroking fingers. Her hips rock into me, and her head drops back. With my free hand, I loosen the buttons on her blouse. It falls back to reveal a flesh-colored bra of such thin lace I clearly see her nipples.

“I love how big your nipples are.” I suck them through the lace, my mouth an eager suction. She moans and slides urgently over me, seeking friction.

“Dammit, Avery, don’t make me fuck you like this,” I mutter, eyes clenched closed. “I wanted flowers and candles and all kinds of romantic shit when we did this again.”

“Fuck flowers.” She deals with my belt and slides my pants down, barely waiting for me to lift my hips to help her. “There will be plenty of time for that. Right now, I need you.”

She pauses, swallows, her eyes filled with passion, affection and . . . more. I’m afraid to name it, but there is more there.

“I need you,” she says again.

“I’m right here, baby.” I slide her pants and panties off.

She takes me in hand and pushes down, her walls clinging to me.

“Oh, God.” Her head drops back. She rises and falls over me. “Yes.”

I slide the cups of her bra over her breasts urging her forward for my bites and licks.

“Shit,” I mumble against the silky skin. “Avery, it’s been a long time. Slow down or this’ll be over before it starts.”

She pauses, looking down with a smug grin. “Exactly how long are we talking?”

“If you’re asking if I’ve been with anyone since Christmas, since you.” I thrust up, hard and sure. “The answer is no.”

I grip her hip, commandeering the pace from beneath her.

“And if you’ve been letting anybody else in this pussy,” I say with grave seriousness. “It’s better you don’t tell me because that motherfucker might end up dead.”

Her husky laugh breathes over my lips.

“No other motherfucker’s been in here.”

“Shit.” I grimace my frustration. “Why can’t I remember a condom with you?”

“It’s okay.” She leans her forehead into mine. “I’m clean and safe.”

I get to fuck Avery raw? I might shed a tear before this is all over.

“Yeah.” I nod quickly. “Me, too.”

A salacious smile curls her lips. “Then let’s go.”