The Quarterback Sneak (10 page)

“Now that is what I call a work of art.”

Hayden swiveled on her heel, turning to face
him in time to see him yank out of his tie and shirt. “So are your
abs,” she said. The skin stretched across the planes of his stomach
so tightly she bet she could bounce a penny off of it. As he cupped
her breasts, she reached for the button of his waistband.

She unzipped his pants and pulled him free.
“Now this is built for pleasure.” She moved her hand along the
length of his cock. “My pleasure.” She reveled in the weight of
him. She could feel the raw power of him pulse in her hand.

“On the bed, Hayden,” he said, his voice
tight and his jaw clenched.

Excited to see if he’d lose the control he
was so obviously trying to maintain, she crawled up the bed toward
the pillows so he could enjoy the view of her ass. She glanced over
her shoulder, frozen a moment by his heated gaze, and then she
rolled to her back, eager to feel him inside her. She rested her
head against the pile of pillows, crooked her finger, and spread
her legs in invitation.

“I think I’ve just seen paradise,” he said,
kicking off his pants and briefs, his gaze never leaving her.

He made her feel beautiful. Wanted. Desired.
Her core ached for him.

He knelt between her open thighs. “You’re
mine, Hayden.” Before she could respond he kissed her fully. His
tongue swirled with hers, reminding her of how expertly he’d
tongued other parts of her. She squirmed beneath him, urgent for
more than kisses.

She loved how his hands handled her body.
Masterful. Possessive.

She loved the feel of his hard, muscular
body against her soft curves.

She loved the way he worshipped her breasts
with his mouth.

She loved. Him.

“Look at me, Hayden.”

He held her gaze hostage as he pushed inside
her, his size stretching and filling her. Her eyes widened as he
hit the spot that only her vibrator seemed to find. “Oh!”

“You feel so good, Hayden.” Liam smiled down
at her. “This was worth two years of celibacy.”

His words struck her deep in her heart while
his passionate thrusts drove her wild. He did all the work, yet she
was the one breathless. Liam was so hard, so big, she felt him
throb inside her or maybe it was she who throbbed. Fused together
as one, the lines blurred of where he ended and she began.

She needed air, but she needed him more.
Needed the release more than life. Then the first ripple hit her.
She tightened around him and she shook with uncontrollable tremors
of pleasure.
More and then more.
He drove in harder, riding
out her release with his own. Her screams probably set a new
decibel level. Thank goodness for his soundproof apartment.

He rolled over, taking her with him. Both
hands lovingly explored her ass checks. She rested her head on his
chest, listening to the frantic beat of his heart that was
identical to hers. Did the feelings within him match as well?

Or was it just sex for him? Or worse,
payment for services rendered for being her get-out-of-jail-free
card? It didn’t feel that way. She felt loved as his one hand
followed the curve of her back and the other played with her long
hair.

She lifted her head to explore his chest
with her lips. “Do you need a time out?”

“Heck, no. I’ve just gotten back in the
game.”

She offered a wicked smile. “Then let’s
play.” Hayden couldn’t wait to go on offense.

W
hat a woman.

What a mouth.

Hayden threatened to send him to an early
grave. Her lips moved over him in slow, torturous strokes. Maybe,
this was his hell. Then she sucked all of him in to the deep recess
of her warm, wet mouth. No, this was his heaven.

Her throaty moans fueled the blood rushing
to his groin. The cold air hit his cock when her mouth retreated.
He fisted his hands so he wouldn’t grab her hair like a caveman and
push her head back down to finish him off.

She looked up at him, her eyes as luminous
as blue flames. “Your cock is so hard. So big.”

There it was. The words every man loved to
hear. He felt rewarded for not giving into his primal needs. “You
made me this hard. This big.” He needed relief. He needed to be
buried deep inside Hayden again.

The soft flesh of her breasts, the hard peak
of her nipples grazed his cock, then his abs, and his chest. Her
sleek body rubbed against his like a cat intent on getting
attention. He was one touch away from throwing her onto her back
and sinking himself into her slick heat.

She purred as she slid her pussy down onto
his cock. “I’m glad it was you at Martini Madness, Liam.”

But her words were lost to him when she
gyrated her womanly hips, slow and sensual. Hell and heaven all at
the same time.

“I’m about to make you very glad too.”

Liam hadn’t viewed twerking as particularly
sexy, but done on top of his shaft? Oh, Holy heaven. A rush of
sensation shot through his body. Hayden knew how to rock a cock.
And his world.

Knowing he wouldn’t last another minute, he
placed his thumb on her clit as she continued to ride him hard.
“Liam!” Her nails dug into biceps and she fought to stay
upright.

Fighting a losing battle with his control,
he felt his balls tighten, ready to come. Mesmerized by the sight
of her head thrown back in ecstasy, he didn’t. He wanted to watch
her fall apart as she used his cock for her pleasure. Her shouts of
release sounded like the sweetest music to his ears.

Her movements slowed. Her hands now braced
against chest. She came again as he continued to swipe his thumb on
her clit. Her exotic scent surrounded him like cloak of desire. The
aroma of sex, spice, and a hint of vanilla intoxicated him like an
ancient love potion. Liam breathed her in. He wanted to live in
that scent. Get lost in it.

He fanned her long hair to rest above each
nipple. The word sexy didn’t cut it. More like an erotic dream.
“Watching you come is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” he
admitted.

Hayden smiled. “Now, its my turn to watch
you.”

At least sex wasn’t going to be a problem in
their marriage. It was a better foundation than the contract her
father would have between them. And love could be born out of lust.
That’s what Liam was counting on.

They made love long into the night until
Hayden curled up next to him, repeating the words she said earlier,
but this time in a whisper. “I’m glad it was you.”

So was he.

T
here shouldn’t be the
awkward morning-after when you’re married. Yet that’s exactly how
Hayden was feeling. Awkward. Unsure. Vulnerable. Should she sneak
out of bed and out the door to avoid Liam? Tonight she could
return, pretending as if he hadn’t tilted her world on its
axis.

That would be the coward’s way out, and she
was not a coward. Besides, she’d be thinking about the awkwardness
all day, which would defeat the purpose of escaping. Better to get
it over with it. Since she’d marry him all over again, she
shouldn’t be having regrets.

Hayden poked the body sprawled out next to
her.

“What?” Liam grunted.

Yeah, what Hayden?
“Um, don’t you
have to be at practice?”

“Coach said, take the morning off. A wedding
present.”

“Hmph, what did I get?”

“You got five orgasms.”

And didn’t he sound so smug about that. And
sexy too.

His shot eyes opened. “Want another?” he
asked.

“Another five?” Hayden challenged, her pulse
already speeding up at the idea.

“Greedy, minx.” His eyes closed. “Now you
get none.”

Ha! Two could play this game. Hayden smacked
his cute ass but resisted the urge to explore the muscular
contours. She imagined them together at her apartment instead. His
bedroom may be soundproof, but hers had a mirrored ceiling. Her
blood heated at the thought of watching that butt in motion as it
pumped in and out of her.

“Was that a fly?” he asked.

“A fly?” This time she smacked him with all
her might.

“Ow!” He reached out for her, but she
scooted off the bed, scooped up last-night’s dress, and dashed into
the bathroom.

After a leisurely shower, she strolled into
the walk-in closet attached to the bathroom and helped herself to a
plain black dress shirt. With the sleeves rolled-up and knotted at
the waist, Liam’s shirt transformed her white satin dress into
daytime wear.

In the bedroom he was wide-awake with his
head propped up on the pillows. She stopped. God, he look so sexy,
laid out and naked, morning erection ready for her to jump onto for
a ride.

“What, no breakfast in bed?” he asked.

“Remember, I don’t cook.” Hayden put her
hands on her hips. “But maybe, if I had that orgasm this morning,
you would have rated coffee.”

“You’re the one who jumped out of bed.”

“You’re the one who didn’t follow me into
the shower.”

“That smack was an invitation?”

Hayden nodded.

“Wow, I’m rusty.” Liam scratched the scruff
on his chin.

Far from it, Hayden thought.

“You look nice. What are your plans
today?”

Nice?
She grabbed her earrings and
slid them in. “Shenanigans. Mayhem. Hijinks. The usual.”

“Hayden.”

She stuck out her tongue at his disapproving
look. “Oh relax. I do have an actual business to run. Oh, by the
way, I’m traveling to Japan next week for the worldwide release of
my perfume, Sinfully Mine.”

“Yes, you are. All mine. Do you have
security detail going with you?”

“A bodyguard. Big and cute.”

“Is he neutered?”

A secret part of her relished his jealous
tone. “That would be unfair to womankind,” she teased.

He shot out of bed. Pulling her into his
arms, he said. “It’s not a joke.” His lips crushed her mouth in a
bruising kiss.

There was nothing seductive or sensual, only
pure possession. Her traitorous body responded by melting into
him.

“Your mine now, Mrs. Hayden McQueen.”

Her first reflex was to rebel, but he kissed
her again and oh how his kisses turned her insides out and her
outside in. ‘Hyphenated,” she conceded when he finaly let her
breathe.

“No.” He reached up her skirt fingering her
to draw out her liquid heat.

“Liam,” she gasped.

His two fingers pumped in while his thumb
rubbed her clit. “This belongs to me, Hayden.”

My heart does too
, she wanted to cry
out. Instead she shattered into a million pieces. Safe in Liam’s
grip, the pieces of her floated back like a giant shifting jigsaw
puzzle, creating something new within her. No, it was more than the
sex or even the strength of her orgasm—it was as if the missing
parts of her had found their way home.

The morning-after turned out not to be
awkward at all. It was way worse. She’d prefer awkward to this
scary need for Liam’s touch. His kiss. His love. Hayden should have
escaped when she had the chance.

“Now, go make me coffee, wife.” Liam spanked
her bottom then headed for the bathroom, leaving her to admire his
bare ass.

Either the orgasm had addled her brain or
she was in love for real because damn if she didn’t make him
coffee, smiling like an idiot the whole time.