Page 84 of Last Night Was Fun

“Holy shit,” she gasped and fisted the sheets.

She expected a quip from him. A gentle jab at her unfiltered outburst, but she looked down to see him completely consumed. Eyes closed, lashes fanning. A deep flush in his cheeks and a knit between his brows like he was concentrating and appreciating in equal measure.

She’d been wrong about his hands.Thiswas the most pleasurable thing she’d ever felt.

Gabe Olson: baseball star, brilliant, hot as hell,andgood in bed. Of course.

“Of course you are,” she accidentally murmured out loud, lost in a thick haze.

“What?” he paused to ask. The brief absence of his lips left her aching and desperate.

Emmy looked down again to see an image that would be burned into a very special part of her memory forever: Gabe, coal eyes burning, hair a mess, halfway feral, and looking up at her from between her thighs with a reverent gaze and a tiny quirked smile.

She smiled back at him. “I said,of courseyou’re good at this too.”

His smile grew like she’d confirmed what he expected. And then he showed her just how good he was at it until she was trembling on the edge of a cliff with a wave down below she knew would consume her completely.

“Come here,” he said in the moment before she was lost to the sea. The sudden pause didn’t crash the wave, but it left her reeling. The raw ache between her legs only grew hotter and sharper.

“What?” she asked, and noted the desperation in her own voice.

But Gabe was already moving. He’d stood off the bed to remove his boxers and retrieve one of the condoms from his suitcase. When he tore open the wrapper and set about rolling it onto himself, Emmy only then got a look at the whole package. He was all muscle and long limbs. His hips jutted out from two indented grooves she imagined sinking her fingers into, maybe her teeth. Her gaze traveled down, and her eyes popped wide as she added one more large thing to Gabe Olson’s list of impressive personal qualities. There was a joke to be made about him swinging a big bat, but she was too consumed to make it. He returned to the bed to settle with his back against the headboard and reached for her.

He pulled her over onto him, gripping her hips to set her on his lap so they were chest to chest. He was giving her full control, letting her take the lead. It was unbearably sexy. The full length of him pressed into her belly, and she heard him suck a sharp breath through his teeth. “I want to feel you closer. Is this okay?” he asked, his voice deep and low and aching with the same need burning in her own veins.

It was more than okay. She was ready to do anything he wanted. “Yes,” she said with a nod and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his legs.

He lifted her with his hands on her hips, and she relished the flex of his arms, the muscles moving in his back, as he positioned her above himself. She reached down with one hand to guide him, and he slid into her, slow, hard, like a missing piece.

A gasp tore from her throat as she gripped the back of his neck. She’d never been filled so fully, and the slight pinch of exquisite pain lit something dark inside her on fire. The same as when they’d first kissed in the rain, her heart pounded outmore more more.

“You good?” he paused to ask.

“Ohyeah,” she panted, nearly delirious with thrill.

He grinned at her like he knew exactly what she was thrilled about, before his forehead fell to her shoulder. She felt him shudder. “You feel so perfect, Emmy,” he breathed into her rosy skin like he was under a spell. His lips worked a trail around her jaw and back to her mouth.

She clung to him while he gripped her thighs with his strong hands and buried himself inside her. The feeling filled her in more ways than one. Chasing the heat roaring through her veins, she moved her body with his, lifting her hips and sinking back down in a steady rhythm. The wave they’d abandoned came rushing back, and soon Emmy was poised to fall into an endless oblivion and pleasantly shocked to be there with him. At one moment, she found herself smiling into his kiss.

“What?” he asked when he felt it.

“We’re having sex,” she said with a small laugh, completely wrapped up in it but still unable to believe it was actually happening. “You and me.”

He smiled back and lifted his hand to tangle in her mussed hair. “Yeah, we are. And I think we’re pretty fucking good at it.” He drove his hips up with a sharp stroke and made her gasp again.

“I think so too.” She arched into him and kissed him hard. Hard enough to bring back the sparkling pricks behind her eyes. Soon, she was dizzily approaching the ledge, ready to fall and get swept under by the rushing current. She pressed her forehead into his and squeezed her thighs around him, still feeling him deep inside.

“Come for me, Emmy,” he growled into the hot air between them.Even his breath on her skin felt like electricity. Her nipples pinched anew as she crushed herself against his body that had turned slick with sweat. “I want to hear you. I want to feel you. I want all of you.”

His words were her undoing. The wave caught her, pulling her under into a deep, dark current that had her tumbling through space and time, ceasing to exist beyond physical sensation, and fighting for air so she didn’t black out.

“Yes. Fuck yes,” he panted over the sound of her desperate gasping like it felt just as good for him. He scattered kisses over her shuddering body and loosened his grip to allow her to arch and buck and yank on his hair. It lasted forever. An infinite spiral of him holding her as she shattered to pieces, their bodies one unified being.

Once the brunt of the wave passed, she slumped against him and rippled with aftershocks. He softly stroked his hand down her spine, unzipping her into a melted puddle. The gentle moment didn’t last long before he pulled her off him and laid her beside him on the bed.

“You’re so incredible, Emmy,” he hummed and climbed over her. He nudged her legs apart and slid back inside her. Emmy jolted with a renewed sensation of having been lit on fire.

“You. Incredible,” she managed through a heady haze. She could hardly speak.