He was putting her off. Something niggled at the back of her mind. A nagging voice insisted she should be put out by his bossy behavior. But she found herself not paying that pesky, little cricket chirping in her brain any mind. Not when she was so turned on by Ty’s commanding tactics. “But now?”
Ty lowered his body into the cradle of her hips, then peeled back enough to look her straight in the eye. “Now? Well, right now, you and I are going to play a little one-on-one.”
“We are?”
“Hot. Fast. Messy.”
“No blood, no foul?” she asked.
A slow smile spread across his face. “Where’d you learn that?”
“You forget, I hang out with you jockstraps all the time.”
“No blood, no foul,” he repeated, his incandescent smile lighting the dim room.
She held his gaze for the span of a heartbeat, then gave a brief nod. “Ready? Go!”
Lips. Teeth. Hands. Oh Lord, those hands!
He palmed her ass and lifted her off the mattress, grinding against the thin fabric barriers between them until she prayed they’d disintegrate into dust. His mouth was hot, his kisses sweet and sultry one minute, all-consuming the next. She was pretty sure she felt one of the buttons on her blouse pop off. He broke the kiss long enough to sit back and yank the collar of his shirt over his head with one hand. His smooth, muscled chest rose and fell at a flattering rate as he tossed the wadded shirt aside. The patch of dark, curling hair between his pecs beckoned to her. She answered the call, running greedy fingers through the tight spirals, then skimming the heels of her hands over the hard ridges and planes she’d fantasized about night after night.
“I watched you and Kate go at each other one-on-one,” she told him in a breathless voice. “Not like this. On the court.”
“You did?”
“Last spring. She was working off a little Danny frustration.”
“I remember.” One corner of his mouth kicked up. “She kicked my ass.”
Millie’s smile was smug on her friend’s behalf. “She did.”
“Wasn’t fair.” He pressed into his palms and lowered himself onto her once more, leaving room for her to explore but giving them both the proximity they ached for. His lips grazed her ear. Hot breath tickled her neck. “She has a bionic knee.”
“Use whatever excuse makes you feel better, big guy, but she had you on your knees,” she countered. “She also got the shirt off your back. The spectators in the stands will be forever grateful.”
He jerked, then pulled up to look at her. “Spectators?”
“Me, Cassie, SaraAnn from Mike Samlin’s office.” She punctuated each attendance entry with a lingering kiss along the column of his throat. “A couple of the trainers.” She brushed the pads of her thumbs over flat nipples, then squirmed as she felt his flesh pebble and bead. “I bet Kate didn’t buy her own lunch for a month. Grateful public and all.”
She felt the heat rise in his skin. A flush darkened his cheeks, but it had nothing to do with lust. The man was blushing, and it made him look good enough to eat. Scissoring her legs, she clamped them tight around his thigh. His eyes widened in surprise, and she smiled. All the miles she’d run over the years paid off in more than shin splints and free bananas. Her legs weren’t only shapely and supple; they were powerful. She could crush this big, strong man between her thighs and make him thank her for the punishment.
“On your back,” she ordered.
To his credit, Ty hesitated only for a second. A smile worthy of the Cheshire Cat lit his face as he rolled, dragging her along with him for the ride. “Please be gentle,” he teased.
His gruff acquiescence told her he was hoping she’d be anything but easy on him, which was good. He’d said hot, fast, and messy. Magic words.
Ignoring the fact that her skirt was already unzipped, she grabbed the hem and gathered the fabric up over her hips. She had to shimmy a bit, but he didn’t seem to mind the show. The fabric bunched at her waist, she hooked a finger under the button of his jeans and yanked. It opened with well-worn ease. She was about to grope for his zipper when four more buttons gave way with satisfying pops.
Millie grinned. “Thank you, Lord, for button flies.”
A moan that sounded more like a purr rose from her throat as she slipped her hand into the V. The hard, hot length of his cock strained against the confines of his boxer briefs. Unable to resist, she stroked him through the thin fabric. The cotton was silky smooth against her fingertips. She hummed with appreciation when she felt the wet patch dampening the fabric near the wide waistband.
“Condoms?” she asked.
He nodded eagerly. “I bought some.”
“Where are they?”
He stared at her blankly, then his handsome face contorted into a grimace. “In my suitcase.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Please tell me the airline didn’t lose your luggage.”
Ty wet his lips and shook his head. “The car. I’ll go.”
As much as she wanted to watch him streak through the house with his pants around his ankles, Millie wasn’t about to let him out of her clutches. Not when she finally had him where she wanted him.
“Lucky for you, Avery pilfers free rubbers from health services and hands them out to anyone and everyone.”
Scrambling off the bed, she spotted her tote where she’d dropped it inside the door and made a beeline for it. She didn’t care if her blouse flew behind her like a cape and her skirt was rucked up around her middle like a damn tutu. Frankly, if she had to walk around naked in front of the man, she preferred a little camouflage. Unlike his last lover, she hadn’t been anywhere close to twenty in a long, long time. She plunged her hand into the bag, found the tab for the zipper compartment, and within seconds
