Page 76 of Caught Looking

I was beginning to understand that was the look of regret. His eyes always dimmed a little before going foggy and distant.

I ran my thumb over his cheek, then over his lower lip. “It’s not like I don’t know you were with other women, Seth.” I didn’t want his past to be an unspeakable wall between us.

“I was just trying to fill the void,” he whispered. Then a half smile pulled up on one side of his lips and the light returned to his eyes. “I had no idea what I was missing out on.” Then he disappeared under the covers, kissing his way down my stiff and sore body, until his mouth found my clit.

Then Seth showed me all the ways he could use his mouth for foreplay before sliding inside me for a morning orgasm we both really needed to get through the day.

I hopped in the shower first since I just needed to rinse off. Then while Seth took his turn, I went through my morning yoga routine to wake up my game-used muscles and give them a good stretch.

“I see you found my mat.” Seth leaned against the bathroom doorway with a towel around his shoulders as he dried his hair. His magnificent body was on full display.

“I’m only shocked that it’s Mantas blue.” I adjusted my hip to deepen the stretch.

“It goes everywhere with me now.”

“Have you actually used it?” I flipped my body around to stretch my other side.

“Once. Mostly I keep it around in case you’re here.” He dropped down to place a kiss on my temple before opening his bag to start dressing.

“So now you travel with a yoga mat just in case I come with you?”

He shrugged. “I’ve done far crazier things for far crazier reasons.”

It wasn’t crazy. It was sweet. And made my heart melt just a little more. I finished my routine while Seth accepted our breakfast cart. We moved around each other eating and getting ready like this was something we’d done hundreds of times. When he was done in the bathroom I took over, taming my hair and dabbing on a light layer of makeup. He shoved rye toast in his mouth to sop up the drool while I yanked on my underwear. He packed his bag while I slipped into my favorite pair of jeans, a white tank top, and dark blue Converse.

“Is that all you’re wearing?” He cocked a confused eyebrow as he surveyed the room to make sure we hadn’t left anything behind.

I looked down at my perfectly paired outfit. “Is there something wrong with it?”

His eyes narrowed and he shook his head, but he sure looked like he wanted to say something.

So I teased him. I pressed my body against his and wrapped my arms around his neck while I pressed kisses to his throat. “Don’t you like my jeans?”

He gulped, his hands sliding into my back pockets. “I fucking love them.”

“Oh? Then is there something wrong with my tank top?” Aside from my lack of bra? Or was it that he could see where my hard nipples strained against the skin-tight fabric?

Damn, it was fun to tease Seth.

His breath stuttered as I felt him grow hard against me. “No. I love it. I just…fuck, woman. I’m jealous, okay?”

I decided to give him some relief. I kissed his lips and hopped away, snagging the Mantas jersey from my bag. I slipped my arms into it and turned around; the front left open.

“Babe,” he groaned. “It’s so hot seeing you in my uniform.”

Kate had poached one of his special throwback uniform shirts for me after it was cleaned. It was the perfect complement to my outfit.

* * *

He mademe wear his uniform again when we got to the mansion.

Onlyhis uniform.

He had me pinned to the living room wall, the pool behind me, the jersey open so he could watch my breasts bounce as he thrust up and into me. “Tell me again,” he begged. “What was under that tank top?” His jaw thrust forward as his eyes remained locked on my nipples.

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Fuck,” he groaned low and long. Every thrust filled me completely, stretched me so wide I saw stars. He was too big for me and it took work every single time we had sex, but it was oh, so worth it.