Page 34 of Fake Dates and Home Plates (Way Off Base #1)

Chapter Thirty-Two

Theo

We stay in the shower much longer than necessary. When we step out, steam covers the bathroom mirror, blurring our reflections completely.

Henley’s still being overly careful with me, but I’m at my limit.

We take our time drying off before wrapping towels around us, brushing our teeth, and getting ready for bed. She removes her shower cap, brushing through her waves before she wanders out of the bathroom.

I know she’s in search of something to wear to bed, and as much as I love when she sleeps in my shirts, I have other plans for tonight.

Following her out, I grab her towel and yank. When it falls to the floor, I wrap my arm around her waist. I carry her like that to the bed and toss her onto the mattress before losing my own towel.

Her laugh rings through my bedroom, and I know I’ll never get enough of the sound.

Climbing over her, I start kissing my way down her body. I’m teasing slightly, though I’m much too on edge to drag it out for long.

“I really want to say you’re hurt and we should rest, but I think I might die if you don’t give my nipples some attention,” Henley says.

Chuckling against her skin, I nip at her collarbone. “Always so fucking bossy.”

But I do what she says. I love that she’s never afraid to ask for what she wants. That level of trust is something I cherish.

My tongue runs over one of her nipples before pulling it between my teeth. Then I do the same to the other side.

Her noises drive me wild.

Goosebumps break out over her skin as I drag a finger around her entrance, feeling how wet she already is for me.

Her nails dig into the back of my head, holding my mouth to her chest as I continue to suck on her tits.

Inserting another finger, I scissor the two inside her, playing in the mess she’s making.

“Please get inside me, Theo. I want to come with you inside me tonight.”

The hold she has on my head drops, and I move up to kiss her before bringing my fingers between our lips. We both lick them clean, sharing the taste. It’s hot; I’m so glad we’re both willing to try things that could be considered out of the normal.

“You’re so perfect, Henley. Fucking beautiful,” I tell her.

Her legs wrap around my hips, ankles pushing against my ass, trying to get me inside her. I kiss her hard as I line us up, sinking into her slowly. I take my time, moving in shallow thrusts, trying not to go too hard, lest she wake up sore.

This time is different from all the sex we’ve had before. There’s no dirty talk, less frenzied. Still, it feels just as special.

Henley’s matching my thrusts, grinding her hips into me, and it takes no time at all before we are falling apart.

Afterward, with her wrapped in my arms, we talk about the future.

What it would look like if she followed me to whatever city I end up drafted to.

How she can train anywhere but would still travel for her races, and I’d join her every chance I could.

The way she’d look holding a gold medal at the Olympics, and how I’d hopefully be her husband by then, rooting her on from the stands.

We discuss our backup plans in case of injuries, voicing fears no athlete wants to think about.

Not once do we let go of each other, not even when the sun comes up.