“Please what?”
“Fuck me,” I nearly growled the words, and he laughed. Laughed that confident laugh that caressed every inch of my skin.
“Like this?” He plunged all the way inside me, and I arched my head against the mattress, fisting the fabric again at the pleasure rippling my body as he filled me.
“Yes!” I said on a tight breath.
“This?” He asked again, pulling out completely before thrusting in to the hilt.
“God, yes,” I said as he did it again.
He kept a firm hold on my hips, in full control of my body, my heart, as he thrust in again and again and again. The angle allowed him to go deeper, harder than ever before, and he filled me so much I couldn’t think or breathe around the feel of him. Of the way he hit that spot deep inside me, the one that sparked for him, the one that made my entire body tremble, the one that made my head spin with pleasure.
And I could do nothing but watch him fuck me, own me. The sight of this man…this beautiful, strong man taking his fill of my body, my soul, God it made release barrel down my spine. Made a cry burst from my lips as I clenched around his hard, hot length inside me. Made my entire body come alive as one orgasm rolled right into another as he thrusted, over and over again until my body sparked and buzzed with a weeping energy I couldn’t contain. Until waves of pleasure consumed me, body and mind. And then he hardened to the nth degree inside me and threw his head back, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as he found his own release, drawing one last burst from me along with him.
I could barely draw breath as we came down, as he gently slid out of me, resting my legs back on the bed, and quickly, sweetly cleaned us up. He settled behind me on the bed, encasing me in his arms as we both slowed our racing hearts. As we laid in the silence of our passions, the air crackling with the intensity of it all. And as my eyelids grew heavy, my head resting against his chest, something settled in my soul. A kind of security and love I’d never known. And I whispered the words one more time before my body succumbed to the utter exhaustion Connell had wrung from it.
15
Connell
“You must be exhausted.” Annabelle’s voice came through my phone, bringing waves of homesickness with it. We were at the end of a three-game away series, and I was fitting in a photo shoot for my new Armani endorsement.
“I am,” I admitted as I looked out my hotel room window. “But I know how lucky I am, too, so it cuts the whining down. What are you up to today?”
“Paperwork,” she said with a sigh. “Lacy already took off for an early lunch.”
I laughed. “I thought she was supposed to outgrow that whole newlywed phase? Or could it be that you’re less annoyed than you let on and more jealous that I’m not home to take you to an early lunch?”
“Definitely the second. You’re coming home the day after tomorrow, right?”
“That’s the plan. I have the photoshoot here in a few minutes, and then I agreed to a magazine interview. Then it’s straight over to the game.” God, I wished I was headed home tonight. I couldn’t wait to slide into bed next to her. Not just for the sex, though that was definitely a bonus, but just to hold her.
“I know you’ll do great.”
“I wish ye were here.” Some of the players traveled with their wives or girlfriends, from time to time, but Annabelle’s career came first, and I respected that.
“Me, too. But just think. When you get home, I’ll be in bed waiting for you. That should keep you going for the next two days.”
I sighed. “That’s enough to put me on the next plane.”
She laughed. “Two more days. Your house or mine?”
“I’ll go wherever ye are.” It was true, and didn’t just apply to where we slept.
“In that case, I’ll be at your house. I bet you’ve missed your bed.”
“I’ve missed ye.” A knock sounded on my door. “Aye?”
“Mr. MacDhuibh? We’re ready for you.” The voice was slightly muffled through the door.
“I’ll be there in just a minute,” I called back. “I guess it’s time to go smile for a bit.”
“What are you wearing?” Her teasing tone brought an immediate grin to my lips.
“A full suit. Tie and all. Don’t worry, I won’t be half naked or anything.”
She laughed. “I don’t mind if you’re half naked in an advertising campaign. It’s okay if other women ogle you. I know who you come home to.”
“Aye, that ye do. Gotta run. I love ye.”
“I love you.”