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16 Months Ago…

Tonight is going to be one hell of a night. Rachel's kiss still lingers on my lips, crackling like a live wire, and I plan on making our night together last. I let my hand trace the subtle line where her lower back meets the curve of her ass. I want nothing more than to get her back to my room and out of these clothes, but I want to really take my time and savor the night.

“Let’s go get a drink nearby; get away from the rest of these idiots,” I motion around to my teammates. “There’s this place down the street with live music.”

She tilts her head up, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Live music, huh? That almost sounds like you are trying to take me on a date.” Her tone is playful, but something beyond her smirk tells me she isn’t opposed to the idea. Maybe in another lifetime, or if I was another person.

I chuckle, leaning in closer, my breath brushing the shell of her ear. “Nope, just an excuse to get you to dance with me.”

Rachel bites her lip, and I can see the gears turning in her head, but I already know she’s going to say yes. I knew it from the moment that she agreed that we were on the same page, but I feel her fighting to stay in control.

“Oh, and what exactly would you do to me while dancing, Samuels?” She says, her voice huskier now, with an edge of something sharper.

I smirk, pressing my fingers firmly against her back, feeling the slight arch of her body in response. “I’ve got a few ideas,” I whisper, my lips brushing down her jawline, making her visibly shiver. “But there is only one way to find out.”

She lets out a soft laugh, turning her head, her mouth brushing against my lips. “Alright, let’s see if you can keep up,” her voice is nothing more than a whisper that makes my cock rock hard.

“Trust me, I’ll spend all night trying,” I say, my hand sliding around to her hip, pulling her to the edge of her stool.

“Let me run my laptop upstairs real quick. Meet you in the lobby in five?” she says, her voice breathless.

“I’ll be waiting,” I reply, watching her ass move as she heads toward the elevator, the sway of her hips making me groan inwardly over having to stand in the lobby with a boner.

A few minutes later, Rachel returns. I watch her walk toward me, and I can’t help but grin. We head out into the cool night air, the streets of New Orleans buzzing with energy, full of other people looking to see where the night takes them. Together, we walk side by side down the block, our fingers brushing occasionally. Something that would usually bother me, feels more comfortable than it should. There is none of that awkwardness that comes from spending the night with someone. Tomorrow morning, this won’t have been any different than my usual encounters, but it’s already set itself apart.

The bar is dimly lit and exactly the right setting to lose ourselves to the music. It might come as a surprise to most people, especially on appearances alone, but I love jazz and strong saxophone sounds in songs. The more unexpected the powerful sound of those sax notes in a song, the better, like a sexy surprise for whoever gets to experience it. The music is sultry. It seeps into your bones and draws people closer with each note. I order us a couple of drinks, and we find a spot near the stage; the sound of the sax washes over us like a warm wave.

We settle into a rhythm—sipping our drinks, letting the music take over, our bodies moving together in sync. Before long, Rachel’s chest presses up against me, her body swaying against mine in a way that makes my pulse spike. It’s almost inappropriate for jazz music, but I don’t care, and neither does she. Her laugh is soft and breathless, and I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. We move together, and the night melts away.

After a few songs, the band takes a break, and Rachel unmolds herself from my body with a smile. I take the opportunity to grab us some refills, weaving through the crowd toward the bar. As I'm waiting for the bartender, the speakers start blasting Night Moves to fill the silence. Bob Seger is my fucking jam. I don’t care what anyone says about it.

The bartender hands me the drinks, but I abandon them on a table as soon as I hear that familiar guitar riff. I head straight back to Rachel, grinning like an idiot. I grab her hand and pull her back into my chest. The curve of her supple ass presses against me as I press into her, my hands settling low on her stomach.

“Keep dancing with me. I love this song,” I murmur as I sway our joined bodies to the music.

Rachel leans her head back, resting on my shoulder, and everything but the music fades away. I lean down so that only she can hear me, softly singing, “ She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes .”

Rachel laughs, the feeling vibrating through me. Her body is fully relaxed in my arms, letting herself go, my lips whispering along her neck. “ Workin' on our night moves…Trying to make some front page drive-in news…Practicing our night moves in the summertime… .”

She tilts her head back just slightly, looking up at me, her eyes sparkling with something that makes my pulse quicken. All of the playful, teasing banter from earlier fades, replaced by something deeper, more intense.

The building sexual tension simmering between us snaps as my growing erection digs into Rachel's back. She quickly turns in my arms, her hands sliding up to rest on my shoulders. Her fingers trace the back of my neck, making me ache for her, wanting to taste her again. I press my lips to hers. The kiss starts slow and soft, our lips brushing against each other, searching. Only to deepen as I lose my senses in her taste. My hands roam over her body, pulling her even closer, her lips parting as the kiss turns hungry. We kiss like there’s nothing else in the world, not knowing where we are, hell, not even sure what year it is.

Rachel pulls back, her eyes dark, her lips swollen from the kiss, “You weren’t kidding about loving that song,” She whispers, the teasing glint back in her eyes.

I grin, still holding her close. “Told you. Seger’s never let me down.”

“Well, it looks like he’s doing pretty damn good for you tonight,” she replies, her fingers trailing down my chest.

“I think we’re getting a few looks.” I want to get lost in this moment, I don’t want to stop staring into her eyes. So I don’t. I continue to stare at her like an idiot.

She laughs softly, “Maybe we should take this somewhere else.”

Without another word, we leave the bar, her hand in mine. We don’t talk on the walk back to the hotel, there’s no need. The lust coursing through us speaks for itself. Once we get back to the hotel, we go straight to my room. The door barely closes behind us before our lips crash together in another hungry kiss. Her nails drag down the back of my head and neck as I back her up toward the bed, my fingers gripping her waist with a bruising grip like I’m afraid she’ll slip away.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I saw you tonight,” I whisper, my voice low and rough. “Wondering what you taste like, how you’d feel beneath me.”

Rachel’s lips press against the tattoo at the base of my neck. Her actions show me no mercy. Her voice is thick with desire, “Then maybe you should stop wondering and find out.”

I don’t wait for another invitation, crashing my lips into hers in a heated kiss. It’s all fire and burning desire finally being released. Her lips part for my tongue, begging for more, her hands yanking my shirt as she pulls me down on the bed with her. Rachel rolls her hips into mine, just hard enough to make me groan against her mouth, and I press her into the mattress, my body pinning hers.

“This is crazy…” she whispers between kisses, but there’s a breathless excitement that tells me she doesn’t want to stop.

“No, it's not,” I murmur as I trail my lips down her neck, taking in the way she shivers under my touch. “It feels right, doesn’t it?”

She lets out a soft moan, her nails digging into my chest. “Maybe…”

I grin against her skin, nipping lightly at her collarbone, sliding my hands under her shirt, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin. Rachel lets out a laugh, a low, sultry sound that has me about to explode.

“You better be worth it,” she challenges, the intake of her breath sharp as I kiss my way back up to her lips.

“Oh, I promise, I am,” I whisper, capturing her mouth again, and this time, there’s no holding back.

With Rachel pinned beneath me, she lets out breathy, ragged gasps as my hands roam eagerly and impatiently. I tug her shirt over her head in one swift motion, and then my lips are on her again, tracing a line from her collarbone to the curve of her breast. Fuck, her breasts are magnificent. I could play with them for hours and not get bored. She squirms beneath me as I tease her, only making me want more. I press slow, deliberate kisses back up her chest and neck until my mouth hovers just out of reach. She arches against me, her anticipation building, her fingers digging into my neck, trying to pull me toward her, and I grin down at her knowing I’ve got her exactly where I want her.

We move in sync like we’ve done this a hundred times before, each touch igniting something deeper, even though this is the first time. Her touch sends sparks through me, igniting something deep in my chest, making my blood race.

“Look at how you react to me,” I whisper against the flimsy fabric of her bra, my breath hot and wet against it.

Every touch, every kiss has her arching, begging for more, soft moans escaping her lips. Through the flimsy fabric, I take one of her tight nipples into my mouth, pulling at it with just the right amount of pressure, stealing the moan from her as she gasps. Her fingers scratch down my chest as I switch to the other until more intense, low throaty sounds escape her lips.

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, releasing her nipple from between my teeth before moving down and nipping lightly at the spot just below her belly button.

“Maybe,” she breathes, a teasing lilt in her voice. “You’ll have to try a little harder to find out.”

I grin, loving the challenge in her tone. “Take off the bra,” I command as I unbutton her pants and pull them from her body. “I want to see every inch of you.”

She smiles softly, slowly reaching behind her to unhook her bra. Taking her sweet fucking time to let the bra drop from her body. “You think you can handle that?” she taunts, her head nodding down to where her thong is still on. I move my mouth lower, feeling her breath hitch as I taste her skin, leaving a trail of kisses behind where her thong once was.

“Don’t you worry about what I can handle,” I whisper against her inner thigh. “I think you want to find out just how much of me you can handle.”

She leans up onto her elbows, “God, you’re so full of yourself,” she teases, but there’s no real bite in her words. Letting her knees fall further apart, she puts herself on display for me. Her cunt glistens, waiting for me to taste her.

“Confident,” I correct, my fingers sliding through her slick cunt, my lips brushing over her clit. “There’s a difference.”

Her moan is softer this time, almost a sigh, and she lets her head fall back toward the bed. “Just…don’t make me regret this,” she whispers into the ceiling, her voice both challenging and pleading.

I pause for a moment, looking up at her. “Look at me.” I wait for her to raise her head back up, her eyes slowly meeting mine. I keep my voice serious, my thumb brushing against her inner thigh. “I’m not here to hurt you, only give you an amazing night. To make you feel…everything. But only if you want me to.”

She swallows hard, her eyes searching mine, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip, and then she nods. “Don’t stop,” she whispers, a tremor in her voice that makes my chest tighten.

I smile, pulling her hips closer, before passing my tongue over her clit with one long, slow lick. “By tomorrow morning, every single inch of you will be satisfied and your muscles wobbly,” I say before diving in, letting myself get lost in her.

My hands roam up her thighs before one arm settles against her hip, holding her in place while I press a finger of my free hand deep inside of her. First one, then as she starts to buck against my face, I add a second finger. I soak up the feeling of her tight cunt gripping my fingers as I ravage her clit with all of my tongue’s attention. I curl my fingers into her, finding every spot that makes her gasp, eliciting every moan I can from her.

Rachel whimpers as I pull my fingers from her, slipping them into my mouth to clean them up. “No, please make me come!”

I pull my fingers from my mouth with a loud pop, “Don’t you worry about that. We’ve got all night.” I dive back into her cunt, licking up the juices that drip down her thighs. I press her thighs wider, opening her up for me. I press my tongue inside of her, fucking her with my mouth until I feel her walls start to tighten around my tongue. I work her through the orgasm, drawing the tremors from her as she screams out.

I smile at the mess she made of my face. I look up at her, but instead of watching how fucking hot she is when she comes, she has her forearm draped over her eyes. “What are you hiding from, Reese?” I ask.

“Not hiding, just resting,” she moans as I stand up quickly, shedding my clothes. I lean back down on the bed, with one knee between her thighs and the other beside her hip.

I wipe my mouth off with my hand and spread her cum on her chest, using it to play with her nipples. I watch her body respond viscerally as I play with her. Just when I thought she couldn’t get any wetter, she surprises me. Her nipples are so sensitive, each tug and gentle kiss of her hardened peaks causes her thighs to shake.

Her hand circles my impossibly hard dick. She spreads the pre-cum leaking from the tip to slide her hand up and down my length. She tightens her hand as I continue to play with her breasts. I can tell that she is close to the edge again when she grips me so hard I might come. I channel everything that I have to get myself under control. I’m not coming until after I’ve buried myself deep inside of her.

“Atta girl, soak these sheets,” I say as she screams out again. “Look at you, a dripping mess just from getting your nipples played with.”

After another orgasm rips through her, I climb off the bed. I grab a condom from my bag and sit back against the headboard. “I need to feel you come on my cock,” I say, my voice full of need, dragging my hand up my dick. “Will you ride me until you soak my cock?”

Rachel gets on her knees and takes the condom from my hand, slowly rolling it down my length. I watch her every move as she climbs to straddle me, lining herself up with my very impatient dick.

“Ahh, fuck. Take it all, Rachel.” I growl as she slides down my length. Her inner walls adjust to my size. Her head rolls back, a guttural groan escaping her lips. I start pounding up into her pussy, needing to fill her.

I grip her ass cheeks as she starts to bounce on my cock, her breasts bouncing with each move. I lean forward, capturing her mouth again, kissing her with everything that I’ve got as our movements meet at a punishing pace. She rolls her hips into mine, seeking the friction that she needs. Leaving one hand firmly on her ass, I slip the other one between us, pressing it into her clit. I hold that pressure as she presses into me with each thrust. Her fingers dig into my chest as her inner walls start to constrict me.

We move together, the sounds of our bodies meeting far from quiet, only echoing our loud, needy moans. The feeling of her surrounding me feels incredible. Her climax grips me, pulling me further into my own release. I can’t hold back any longer. I pump into her a few more times before filling the condom.

I want to spend the rest of the night with our bodies tangled up in each other. Whatever this is, this connection is unexpected and I don’t know what to make of that. It feels both wild and strangely right in a way that makes me want to draw it out as long as possible.