Fast Break (Brooklyn Monarchs 1)

Her lips curved teasingly. “Don’t worry. I won’t ask you to do anything kinky.”

DeMarcus remained serious. “I don’t want you to regret tonight.”

“Then tell me you have condoms.”

He finally smiled, bringing out the dimples she loved. “Condoms? More than one?”

“Am I scaring you?”

DeMarcus wrapped his arms around Jaclyn and pulled her closer. Their lips touched. His caress was demanding, encompassing, consuming. He lifted his head. “I can handle it.”

Jaclyn smiled slowly. “I thought you could.”

She slid her hands over the smooth, cool material of his jersey, across his well-developed pecs and six-pack abs. His body was a fine-tuned machine, ripped and ready for action. She wanted to savor every flexing muscle. Her fingers trembled and her body warmed. DeMarcus’s chest rose and fell faster as he watched her watching him. Jaclyn slipped her hands under the hem of his jersey, raising it as she slid her palms back up his torso. All that power beneath her fingertips. He’d been a champion, performing at the highest level of his sport. But he’d walked away from the game when his father had needed him. Courage and heart, an arousing combination.

DeMarcus pulled the sport shirt over his head. Jaclyn moved back and swallowed. She’d been turned on by the feel of him. She was overwhelmed at the sight of him. His dark brown skin was stretched taut over well-developed muscles—sculpted shoulders, sinewy arms, deep pecs and tight abs. The fine hair covering his chest narrowed to a tempting trail down his torso. It disappeared beneath the low waistband of his tan sweatpants. Jaclyn came forward to trace its course. She lifted her eyes to his. “You’re amazing.”

DeMarcus closed the distance even further, till his warmth wrapped around her and his scent spun her thoughts. “Your turn.” He reached behind Jaclyn’s back and drew down her zipper.

Jaclyn raised her arms as DeMarcus lifted the dress over her head, leaving her in only her demi-cup royal blue bra, matching thong, panty hose and stilettos. She was singed by the heat in his eyes.

“You’re the amazing one.” DeMarcus slipped his arms around her.

Jaclyn felt a tug and her bra fell away. DeMarcus let the garment drop. Feather-light caresses made her nipples tremble and her breath catch. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close. His hard muscles braced her back. His body heat scorched her skin. The deep muscles of his chest pressed against her breasts, causing the fine hairs on his chest to tickle her skin. Jaclyn’s head tipped back as she struggled with sensory overload.

DeMarcus kissed her neck. “You’re so beautiful. And you smell so good.”

“So do you. Like sandalwood and soap.” Jaclyn pressed her fingertips into the corded muscles of DeMarcus’s shoulders. “You make me weak.”

It took too long to take their clothes off. DeMarcus snatched his wallet from the pocket of his sweatpants. He was torn between speed and finesse. He’d never felt that way before. DeMarcus left the garments scattered in and around the study area and lifted Jaclyn into his arms.

She gave him a startled look. “The last man who carried me to bed was my grandfather. I think I was six.”

He arched a brow. “That knowledge doesn’t depress me.”

Jaclyn chuckled low in her throat. The sound was as sexy as her honey-and-whiskey voice. She could probably read a cereal box and make him hard.

DeMarcus stopped beside the hotel room’s king-sized bed. He tossed his wallet onto the mattress. He lowered his right arm, freeing Jaclyn’s long legs. Her right thigh brushed his arousal as she stood. He took Jaclyn into his arms again and kissed her. His tongue caressed the seam of her lips and she opened for him. DeMarcus slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting all of her flavors again—sweet and sexy, bold and bashful. He explored her as he’d done before, as he wanted to do again and for a very long time.

Jaclyn wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her fingers stroked the back of his neck. Her hands smoothed over his close-cropped hair. Her movements were soothing and seductive. DeMarcus drew a hand down her back. Her body arched into his, and he swallowed her sigh. He grasped her hips, pulling her even closer to him. She rubbed herself against him, and DeMarcus’s legs began to shake.

He reached up to cup her breast. Her nipples pebbled in his palm. DeMarcus lifted Jaclyn to her toes as he lowered his mouth to her breast. He licked the trembling tip and heard her gasp. The sound shot straight to his gut. He licked her again and Jaclyn held his head steady against her. DeMarcus drew her breast into his mouth, suckling her and grazing her nipple with his tongue.

Jaclyn moaned. The sound heated his blood. She released his head and trailed her fingernails down his back. His knees shook. Jaclyn shifted her right hand to his front and took hold of his arousal. She caressed the length of him with soft, slow strokes. DeMarcus felt his hips pumping into her palm.

He lifted his knee onto the mattress, settling Jaclyn beneath him. He straddled her thighs, giving her access to him while he kissed and caressed her other breast. His senses had narrowed to know only her—her touch, her taste, her scent, her moans and the beauty of her passion as she writhed beneath him.

A shudder worked through DeMarcus when Jaclyn released him. She pressed her palms against his chest. “Let me up.”

“Why?” DeMarcus rolled over—and found himself pinned below Jaclyn. Her knees pressed into his hips. Her hands were on either side of his head.

Jaclyn buried her face in his neck. “It’s my turn to taste you.” She kissed his mouth, quick and hard.

Jaclyn covered his chest with soft kisses, quick bites and long licks. Her hair tickled his chest as she traveled down his body. If she continued this all over his body, he’d never survive.

Her hands were everywhere. She stroked his rib cage, caressed his thigh and traced his chest. Jaclyn nibbled her way to his navel. He’d never considered the spot an erogenous zone, but when her hot, wet tongue laved across it, his hips rose from the mattress.

“I’m on the edge.” He gritted the words through his teeth.