Fair Play (54 page)

Chapter Twenty-One

River

Inside, breathing hard and frantic to get my hands on her, I slam the heavy wrought iron doors. I back her up against the glass and lift her arms over her head, suddenly slowing my approach and staring into her half-lidded eyes full of desire before covering her mouth with mine.

Our lips glide smoothly against each other, and a hint of her watermelon lip-gloss touches my tongue. She is warm and soft against my chest and vulnerable with her hands pinned above her head. I move my hand down her side and slide it behind her knee, pulling her leg up and around my waist. She effortlessly settles it on my hip and pushes her other leg into the same position. Her hot core is pressing on my rock hard cock, and it twitches. She moans when she feels me between her legs. The only thing separating us is a thin piece of material that dancers pass off as a skirt.

I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and bite down gently while sliding my hand under her skirt and squeezing a handful of her ass.

“Ah, I need to get you naked. I’ve been thinking of burying myself deep inside you for hours,” I pant in her ear between kissing her ear and nibbling on her neck. I grind my cock between her legs, and she gasps.

“Ah, God, River, take me upstairs.”

I step away from the door, and she continues to cling to my body as I ascend the stairs with one hand under each of her deliciously round ass cheeks.

Upstairs, I make quick work of turning on the shower, and I don’t even bother stopping to undress either of us. I keep kissing and squeezing and nipping while I adjust the spray and kick off my shoes.

I step under the rain showerhead, and she releases her legs, sliding down my body. When her feet hit the ground, she works on the buckle of my jeans with water pouring over her dark, smooth shoulders. When it’s unbuckled, I peel the thin tank top over her head and shove my wet jeans down and kick them into the corner. She drops her sopping wet skirt, and her panties quickly follow until we are both completely bare.

“Over here,” I say and lead her to a shelf made of the same smooth marble as the shower walls. It’s large enough for a small person to lie on and the perfect height for me to fuck Angel senseless.

Jets of water spray from all directions, keeping us warm and wet while I wrap my hands around her tiny waist and lift her onto the shelf, bringing us eye to eye.

I reach over her head into a crevice built for soap and slide out a condom that I placed there this morning. It was inevitable that I would get her into my shower, even though I wasn’t planning on it today until after the fiasco with David.

I tear the wrapper with my teeth, and she looks behind her to see where I got the condom while I roll it on.

“Nice,” she says and nods her head in approval.

“Put it there just for you. Now I’m going to put this right here just for you.” I open her legs wide and slip a long finger inside her hot pussy and drag her fluids forward to circle her clit.

She shudders and her hands reach out to press against the marble walls. I slide into her deep, and she angles her hips upward, inviting me deeper. I remove her hands from the walls and wrap them around my neck. With her soft cheek pressed up against mine, I start to move in and out.

She feels so fucking amazing. It’s like having sex for the first time with her, only better. Every time I slide in, her breath catches, and when I glide out, she sighs. Those noises are so incredible. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to do this if she keeps making them.

Then she starts to murmur in my ear with every thrust.

“Shoulders back,” she says very softly.

I push in.

She moans.

“Long neck,” she says, dragging out the word
long
.

I slide out.

“Ah,” she says with a sigh.

“Stomach in,” she whispers and tilts her pelvis up.

I go in deeper.

“Mmm,
Relevé
,” she says as I circle my hips.

I glide out and stare down at this beauty giving me sexy dance instructions in French.

“Arms out,” she says. Our eyes lock as I spread her arms out wide, and she presses her palms against the marble walls.

I enter her again, hard and deep.

“Stretch,” she says, arching her back into me.

I pull out long and slow. She’s chanting the instructions Miss Valentina chants to her during practice, the same words she, in turn, says to us in dance class.

The reverence with which she says them is so fucking hot, I’m losing control. I can’t take her slow any longer. I start to hammer into her at a relentless pace, but it doesn’t stop her chanting.

“Higher, higher, higher . . .” she says, the tone of her voice rising each time.

She’s almost there, too. She started digging her fingernails into my shoulders when I picked up the pace. She’s holding onto me tightly, and I can feel her walls quivering, preparing for a killer orgasm.

“Reach, reach, reach, oh God, I’m coming, River, don’t stop,” she says as every muscle in her body contracts around me.

I follow her into a state of insane pleasure, pushing in and out of her trembling apex until we are left shell-shocked on the downside of our orgasms, being pounded by water in all directions.

“Breathe and smile,” she says, pulling away to look at me.

She’s smiling and flushed and wet and gorgeous, and I’m fucking in love with her.

I thought I knew what love was, but the reality is that until this moment, I was clueless. Angel makes my heart explode in my chest and my world brighter. This isn't just lusting. This is all-encompassing, soul-deep love.

“That was a perfect performance. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be a dancer, Football Man?” She says and kisses me on the mouth softly, but I can’t speak.

The realization of what’s going on between us is so overwhelming that I’ve been rendered speechless.

She takes my face in her hands, her expression changing from playful to concerned.

“You okay, River?”

I blink and shake the shock from my mind.

“Yes, that was . . .”

“Earth shattering? Fantastic? Prodigious?” she says, wiggling in my arms.

“Prodigious?”

“Yeah, unnaturally impressive. You know, Prodigious.”

“I did not, and yes, you were all of the above and more.”

“Thanks. You’re pretty great yourself.”

I push her onto the shelf so her back is against the marble and take her face in my hands.

“Angel, I’m going to be serious now, okay?”

She stills and nods her head silently.

“This thing between us, it’s getting serious for me fast. I feel things for you I’ve never felt before, and I want to make sure we are on the same page. Because if we’re not, I’m going to have to learn to check my heart at the door when we do this from now on.”

Her eyes widen and her lips part, and my heart plummets into my stomach. Shit, I went too far, and I’ve scared her off.

“I, uh . . .” she takes a deep breath, and I wait for the letdown.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” she says.

Thank you, God, for that. I thought from the look on her face that she was about to tell me she couldn’t handle more than what we’re dealing with now, but no, she’s sitting right next to me on this rollercoaster ride.

Every muscle in my body relaxes, and I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply and with more feeling than I’ve ever kissed a woman before. I try to relay how important she is to me and how much she means with my kiss, but I don’t think it’s possible.

This must be why people decide to spend the rest of their lives together. I feel like it would take me forever to prove my feelings to her, and that still wouldn’t be long enough.

When I release her from my oral proclamation of love, she is smiling again.

“What?” I ask.

“I think ballet shower sex is my favorite so far.”

“I’d have to agree with that statement, but there are so many other places to explore. We should try them all before we make any rash decisions.”

“I agree. Like ice cream, you have to try every flavor to know your favorite,” she says.

“Ice cream—now there’s an idea,” I say, pushing my semi-hard cock deeper into her.

“Is your plan to eat the ice cream? Because I’m starving.”

“Not really, but if you’re hungry, we can eat before rounds two and three.”

“And four and five?” she asks. Her face is so lit up and animated, she could ask me to fly her to the moon right now, and I’d say yes. Not like I’d ever turn down a fourth and fifth round of sex anyway.

“Oh yes, Pretty Dancer, don’t worry. I have plans for you all night long.”

“That sounds exhausting.” She slumps down against the wall, dramatically throwing her arm over her eyes.

“You don’t have anything until your meeting tomorrow, do you?”

She peeks out from under her arm. “No.”

“Good, let the exhausting begin.”

She giggles and drops her arm.

“Angel?”

“Mmm?”

“I think I’m falling in love with you too.”

I had to tell her. I want her to know I feel exactly how she does so there is no confusion on the matter. She’s mine now, no one else’s.

Her eyes fill with tears, and she wraps herself around me again. I carry her to the door of the shower, shut off the water, and place her on the marble counter between the double sinks. She shudders when her skin comes in contact with the cold surface, so I grab a towel from the stack on the counter and wrap it around her shoulders while I dispose of the condom.

“Robe?”

“Yes, please.”

I pat her skin dry and use the towel to dry myself as well before retrieving her Ritz Carlton robe from the back of the bathroom door where I left it last time she was here. It was nice seeing it hang there. It made her seem like more of a permanent part of my life.

“I’ll give you a little tour on the way to the kitchen.”

“Okay,” she says, hopping down from the counter.

“Are you warm enough?”

“Yes, for now.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and my dick hardens in my lounge pants.

“You’d better watch it, or you’ll never get any dinner.”

“Okay, okay, I promise to be good. Feed me.” She waves her hand toward the bathroom door, and I open it for her to pass through ahead of me.

“Down the hall on your right are two bedrooms and a bathroom. On the left are three more bedrooms and a small office where my personal assistant, Henry, works during the season.”

“You have a personal assistant?”

“Yeah, he’s amazing. He keeps me in the right place at the right time. I’d be lost without him.”

At the end of the hall, we head downstairs into the foyer.

“Foyer,” I say, spreading my arms. “Back there is my office, and the kitchen is this way.”

I take her hand and lead her through the living room and into the kitchen.

“There’s a theater and a game room downstairs and a pool and hot tub out back. Nothing like my sister’s setup, but I’m not trying to be an Olympic swimmer.”

“It’s beautiful and big. Why do you need such a big house when it’s just you?”

“I like to have my family over. The kids come, and we have big sleepovers and swimming parties and stuff. It’s fun.”

“You’re really into family, huh?”

She sits on a stool at the island and props her elbows on the granite with her chin in her hands.

“Family is the most important thing in life to me. I can’t imagine not having them around.”

“So these six kids you want to have . . . are you partial to boys or girls?” she says and looks around the kitchen.

“I couldn’t care less.”

“Me neither. You’re the youngest, aren’t you?”

“Yep, my brother, Noah, is the oldest. He’s forty. Mom and Dad had a kid every two to three years for about fifteen years.”

“I can’t do that,” she says abruptly. I’m squatting down, taking a pan from the cupboard under the island, and I freeze before I slowly stand and scan her face for the meaning behind her sharp words.

“Angel, I’m not insinuating that you have to drop your life and have a slew of babies for me. It’s just a dream of mine to have a family like the one I grew up in. If things work out between us and someday, God willing, you want to have a baby with me, I’ll be happy with however many you decide to have.”

She sits up on her stool and slides her hands under her thighs.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak out. We haven’t been together a week, and I’m worrying about having babies with you.”

I place the pan on the counter and round the island. I turn her stool to face me and kiss her softly.

“I’m glad you’re thinking ahead like me. It shows we’re on the same wavelength. We have all the time in the world to get to know each other better. All that stuff will come in its own time if it’s meant to be.”