I look over my shoulder toward the elevator. I have her against the door, and every curve of her body is impressing itself on me, making sure I'll never forget how right we fit together. The elevator dings, and our bodies go still even as we keep exchanging breaths and heartbeats through our clothes even though my mouth is still poised above hers. The sound of her moaning, the slight lift and fall of her breasts against my chest, testifies that she feels it, too. The air shifts and takes the shape of lust assumes the form of want. My hand slides from the door to flatten into the warmth of her back through the silk blouse, bringing her incrementally closer. Like as our lips brush back and forth, as our tongues tangle, as I taste her, mouthful by delicious mouthful, I'm learning her secrets.
An introduction of our souls, if that doesn't sound too pussy-ish. This is a discovery of tongues and lips and heat. I understand the difference now between the first time you kiss someone, and a first kiss. A man's got needs, but I got in and I got out. Besides the few years I was married to Tara, if it opened its legs and said yes or please, I fucked it. I don't describe a woman's lips as soft and fresh or compare a kiss to flowers. It has been expanded with all-new, never-before-published content & epilogue.Soft and fresh like petals.
** Hoops Holiday consists of FULL-COURT PRESS, a HOOPS novella originally published in the TEAM PLAYER Anthology. With success like theirs, everything has been possible. The attraction that simmered between them in a locker room before is still there. Years later, they've climbed so high and lost so much, but one thing hasn't changed. They met when she was a young reporter fueled by ambition, and the ink on Deck's first NBA contract was barely dry. MacKenzie Decker was a question Avery never got to ask, much less answer.
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