Page 96 of One Kind Goal

A low growl sifted past his teeth.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe it’s your turn to be the captive.” Morgan pressed her mouth to his and backed him up until the backs of his legs hit the mattress.

“That sounds right.” He sat on the bed then slid back as Morgan climbed on top of him. They quickly got rid of the rest of their clothes in between kissing as if their mouths had to be fused together in order to stay alive.

Without speaking, Morgan secured his arms and legs, leaving the scarf on his broken arm much looser than the other three. When she was satisfied with her work, she slithered over his body, dropping kisses wherever she pleased. Her skin was softer than flower petals and the sinewy way she moved made him reach levels of arousal he didn’t think were possible. His entire body was on fire over this incredible woman. Something about almost losing her made every moment with her more precious.

Morgan closed her mouth around his dick, her tongue instantly creating magic along his length. Watching her work him was a thing of real beauty. He shifted his gaze to the slope of her back. He followed that line until it ended at her phenomenal ass and his hands positively itched to cup those perfect mounds. He struggled against the scarves.

She released his erection, her lips turning up at the corners as she looked up at him. “A little frustrated there, Mr. Center Forward.”

“It’s tough being turned on by the tying and desperate to be free so I can touch you everywhere.”

“You’re used to being in charge.” She licked a line up his stomach, making his abs bunch. “You actively pursue making a goal for a living, but right now, scoring is up to me.” She teased him for a few more minutes by sitting on his thighs as she ran her fingertips around her nipples. When she cut a path down the length of her body with her right hand and stopped at her core to touch herself, the headboard of his bed creaked as Sawyer strained to reach out to her.

“Fuck, woman.” He groaned, unable to get his hands on any piece of her luscious body. “You are the hottest thing in the damn world.”

“I’m hot all right.” She closed her eyes as she pleasured herself. “Hot for you.”

“Then get me involved in all that.” He arrowed his gaze at her pussy and arched his hips up a bit, needing to bury himself inside her.

Grinning, she swept her free hand over his erection, giving it one swift tug before she eyed the bedside table.

He nodded before she asked if condoms were in there.

Kissing a path along his chest to his shoulder then resting her body atop his, she reached into the drawer. As she rummaged around, Sawyer took an opportunity to catch her taut nipple between his teeth. A moment later, he ran his tongue over it before closing his mouth around her breast and sucking until Morgan let loose a moan.

She caught his mouth with hers after retreating from the drawer, condom packet in hand. They feasted on each other until Sawyer was literally dizzy with desire.

“Baby, please . . .” He didn’t make a habit of begging, but he’d beg Morgan. He’d make a fucking career of begging her if it meant diving into her sweet heat. “These scarves are about to be shredded.”

Morgan tore open the packet and sheathed him with the condom. “I think I’ve teased you enough. She reached back, untied his legs then freed his hands.

He immediately gripped her hips as she sank onto his length, the two of them moaning at the joining. Sawyer buried his face in her thick hair, breathing in the floral scent of it. He nipped at her neck before closing his fist around her hair and tugging back so she had to look up at the ceiling. With more of her neck exposed now, he kissed her throat as she rose and fell on his dick. She took him in deeper with each trip down and Sawyer had never felt more connected to another human being.

“Sawyer . . .” she whispered. “I love you so much.”

“Baby, I love you too.” He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her slightly and changing the angle so they both shuddered.

Morgan arched her back and that was it for Sawyer. He lost himself in a place that was as close to Heaven on Earth as any place could be.

She chanted his name as her orgasm exploded then her body deflated onto his. “Another goal for Sawyer Lundin, folks.”

He hugged her close. “The best goal. A winning goal.” He kissed the top of her head. “And I’ll definitely be making many more attempts to score.”

Morgan rose to sitting, her legs straddling his thighs again. She gestured to herself. “No goalie in this net. Not for you.”

Sawyer sat up and hooked her hair behind her ears. Cupping her cheeks, he brushed his lips to hers. “My stick is happy to hear that.”

She swatted his chest, chuckling. “That was an awful joke.” She slid off him and stood by the bed, her hand reaching for his. “Let’s see if your comedic skills improve in the shower.”

He threaded his fingers with hers and rose from the bed, but he didn’t let her guide him toward the bathroom yet. Instead, he slid his arms around her naked body and held her for a long moment.

She kissed his collarbone. “What’s this all about?”

“I’m so happy to have you here.” He squeezed her closer. “I spent four hours driving to Rhode Island thinking I couldn’t have you.” He stepped back and put a hand to his heart. “That hurt me so much right here.”

“You don’t have to ever think about not having me, Sawyer.” She patted his chest. “I’m officially hooked on you.” She poked him. “Despite the fact you left me in Vermont.”