Fast Break (Brooklyn Monarchs 1)

Jaclyn stepped out of his arms. Her muscles wept in protest. “It’s time I showed you to my room.”

She turned to lead him back down her hallway to the staircase. Suddenly, her feet were swept out from under her and her body cradled against DeMarcus’s torso.

Jaclyn gasped as DeMarcus mounted the stairs. “What are you—? Put me down before you drop me.”

“Trust me.”

Jaclyn realized she did. Still, she was a tall woman and there were a lot of stairs. “Who do you think you are? Superman?”

His dark gaze touched her heart. “You make me feel that way.”

Jaclyn melted against him. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll start without you.” She inclined her head toward the upstairs hallway. “My room is to the right at the end of the hall.”

DeMarcus crested the staircase, then turned toward her room. His steps never faltered. He crossed the threshold and lowered her beside the bed. He bent his head toward her, and Jaclyn rose on her toes to claim his lips. She shivered as DeMarcus traced his hand down her back, molding her body to every hard, hot inch of his. His arousal pressed against her. Jaclyn moaned into his mouth.

He traced his tongue over her parted lips before sliding deeper into her mouth. Jaclyn dug her fingers into the deep muscles of his shoulders, straining against him. She was restless. She was aching. She was impatient for him.

DeMarcus pulled back and stripped her bare of her suit. Her undergarments and hose disappeared. His nimble athlete’s fingers stroked her bare skin. His breath teased her as he whispered against her ear. “I need to feel you naked against me.”

The image in his words made her pulse for him. His touch set her body on fire.

Jaclyn slipped her hands beneath the waistband of DeMarcus’s athletic pants and drew down both the pants and his underwear. She lowered to her knees in front of his erection. Her fingers traced the hot, smooth flesh over the rigid length of him. In the silence surrounding them, she heard his ragged breathing, felt his tense anticipation and realized she’d cast her own spell over him. It was a heady sensation, having his strength and power react to her slightest touch. Jaclyn dampened with arousal.

She braced her hands against his muscled thighs. Slowly, teasingly, she took him into her mouth. A tremor shook DeMarcus’s body. Jaclyn smiled. With just one lick, she could fall an MVP.

She felt his fingers wrap around her shoulders. Jaclyn caressed his arousal with her tongue, taking him in and out of her mouth. His breathing grew deeper, faster, rougher. His hips pumped in time with her movements. Jaclyn raked her nails lightly down his thighs and felt DeMarcus’s hands tighten on her shoulders.

He pulled her up, hooking her under her arms and tossed her onto her bed. He kicked away from his pants, removed his shoes and socks and loomed over her.

Jaclyn smiled, reveling in her power, drinking in his. She had driven him to this. He was desperate for her. “Had enough?”

“I’m just getting started.”

The heat in DeMarcus’s eyes set fire to her blood. Her nipples tightened in anticipation. DeMarcus lowered onto her. His body heated hers. The fine hairs covering his chest grazed her sensitive nipples. His right leg settled between her thighs.

He took her mouth. His kiss was

hard and rough. Urgent. Demanding. His tongue surged deep inside before pulling back, then pressing into her again. His movements were full and forceful, foreshadowing what was to come.

Jaclyn’s body lifted against him, silently begging for his possession. DeMarcus’s right hand stroked over her bare breast, cupping its fullness, teasing its nipple. Jaclyn’s belly ached. Sexual hunger clawed inside of her, desperate to be fed. His hand traveled lower. The rough pads of his fingers feathered her waist. Lower still, his hands molded her hips before settling between her thighs.

Jaclyn writhed beneath him. “I want you now.”

“Not yet.” DeMarcus slid one finger inside her, seeking her core beyond her damp folds.

Jaclyn’s body shook. She moaned at the intensity of her desire. Her head pressed back into the mattress. Her back arched, lifting her breasts. DeMarcus caught one breast into his mouth and palmed the other. Her body was battered by sensations. The feel of DeMarcus’s tongue laving her pebbled nipple. The rhythm of his hand stroking her core. The movement of his nimble fingers molding her breast. He made her lose her mind.

Jaclyn gasped. “Now, Marc.”

“Not yet.” He slid down her body, touching, kissing and licking every inch of her on the way.

He spread her thighs and kissed her intimately. Jaclyn screamed. Her body levitated off the bed. Blood rushed like rapids through her veins. The sound drowned out her pleas. DeMarcus grasped her hips and pulled her closer. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She panted. Her heart raced. Her body soared and rocked, trembled and twisted before she collapsed back onto the mattress.

DeMarcus’s hand shook as he reached for the condom in the pocket of his discarded athletic pants. He ripped open the packet, covered himself and turned back toward the bed.

He had never been so hard. The sight of Jaclyn naked on her knees loving him with her lips had driven him mad. It had taken everything within him not to plunge himself inside of her to ease his painful desire. He’d focused on her pleasure instead—and made his arousal even stronger.

Jaclyn’s body was languid. A sultry smile curved her lips. She lifted an arm toward him. “I want you so badly.”