Page 95 of Offside Rules

"Baylor."

"I want this."

His eyes stay on mine as he eases into me.

My mouth falls open. He kisses the corner of it, moving slowly enough that I feel every inch. I hold him at the back of his neck, pulling him close without putting pressure on his shoulder.

"Okay?" he asks again, his voice rougher now.

"Yes."

He sinks the rest of the way in, then stays still with his forehead against mine.

He mutters a curse as he buries his face in the side of my neck.

I kiss his cheek as he sucks on my throat, his hips beginning to move in a rhythm that makes my entire body hum.

It’s all I can think to do with how close he is. How good he feels. The fact that we’re finally doing this after I spent so much time insisting I didn’t want him.

He draws back and moves into me again.

My fingers tighten.

"Oh."

His mouth brushes mine. "There?"

I nod, and he does it again.

There’s nothing remotely useful happening in my head now. I move with him, finding the rhythm as his mouth returns to mine.

He lifts his head just enough to watch me. I bite my bottom lip, and his gaze follows the movement. He likes watching what he does to me. I can see it in his eyes. Then he moves again, rolling his hips until I moan his name.

I want him closer, which shouldn’t be possible. My hands move over his back, then return to his face. Every time he kisses me, I keep him there for another second.

The pleasure builds until I’m barely following what he’s saying against my mouth.

"You feel so fucking good," he tells me.

I make some sound that is probably agreement.

His hand slips between us, and I lose the ability to do even that.

I draw my knees closer to his sides. He keeps moving, watching my face as his thumb finds the place that makes my whole body tighten.

"Wolf, I’m—"

"That’s right. Give it to me, Bay. I earned it, didn’t I? I worked that pussy so good. Come hard on me."

I reach to kiss him, but he lifts his head.

"I’m not going to kiss you, Baylor. I want to watch you fall apart under me."

He keeps touching me, and I come apart beneath him, holding him close as I cry out his name.

His rhythm falters.

"Baylor. Fuck."