Page 42 of The Linebacker

“Just give me a minute.”

He didn’t speak, although his eyes spoke volumes. Lots and lots of hope.

And there was that lust she was so familiar with.

She tried to tell herself this was a terrible idea, except she didn’t really believe that. Why was it so terrible? She and Amil, they’d been good together.

Really good.

Why shouldn’t they take advantage of the heat between them again? What was the harm?

Okay, there was great potential for harm, but she was not going there tonight. There’d be plenty of time later for regrets.

Tonight she wanted to pretend she was just like any other girl. She could sleep with a man twice without catching feelings. She could do this.

She wanted to do this.

She took a step toward the tub. And then another. And another.

Amil offered his hand, his gaze burning into her, heating her from the inside out.

She slid her hand into his, pressed the other one to the edge of the tub, stepped into the lukewarm water.

She stood there between his legs for a heartbeat, then two, three. And finally, she lowered herself into the water, nestled her ass against his erection, leaned back against his chest.

Melted.

His hands clutched the side of the tub like he was waiting for permission.

“I really do need to clean up,” she whispered. “If you’d like to do the honors.”

“I’d love to,” he responded, his chest rumbling against her back.

He curled his arms around her, hugging her to him for a delicious moment before his hands began to wander. He cupped her neck and then dragged his palm over her shoulder, down to her fingers, sliding over to clutch at her hip, his fingers digging into her sensitive flesh.

His other hand dropped to her belly and stroked up until he palmed her breast. She let out a small gasp of pleasure. She felt his lips nibbling, just below her ear, so she canted her head to give him better access.

“This isn’t getting me very clean,” she managed.

Amil chuckled and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger while his other hand snaked down, between her legs.

“I like it when you’re dirty,” he murmured next to her ear.

She shivered and spread her legs as wide as she could, given the constraints of his thick thighs and the tub.

It was enough. His clever fingers dragged through her arousal, rolling over her clit before plunging into her. She arched and water sloshed, dangerously close to the top of the tub.

The hand between her legs slipped away, and she let out a desperate whimper.

“Hang on,” he murmured against her neck. “I’m going to let some of the water out so we don’t flood the bathroom.”

She heard the drain open over the sound of her own heavy breathing. Her breasts and knees and upper thighs were exposed to the cool air, but nothing could chill the burning heat on her skin right now.

He plugged the drain and then his hand was back, fingers probing. She lifted one leg and let it drape over the side of the tub, spreading herself wide for him. He pumped his fingers into her as his thumb pressed against her clit, his other hand massaging her breast. She felt his hips rotate, dragging his cock along the crack of her ass.

“Come for me, Diana,” he whispered a scant moment before he bit her earlobe.

She obeyed his demand.