Do Me Baby (The Beaumont Series) (19 page)

“So. Whatcha think?”

She smiled. He was so cocky. It was part of what made him so appealing. “I think you’re the biggest man on the team.”

“That’s why I play power forward and center.”

“In a few more years you might be as good as Shaq.”

“What?” he gave a rude snort. “I’m better than Shaq.”

Debra stifled a chuckle behind a groan. She loved getting him all riled up. “You and your ego.”

“You know you like it.”

“Whatever you say.” She laughed. “But you looked good out there.” Damn good.

She loved hearing his laughter. As he gave the highlights of the game as if she hadn’t seen it, she shifted onto her side and listened to the deep rumble of his voice. She could listen to him all night.

“I need to see you.” His voice was low and deep.

“I thought you didn’t like distractions,” she mocked.

“I’m willing to make an exception.”

“Wow, thanks.”

There was a pause. “Deb, I miss you.”

She couldn’t believe what he was saying. Or that she had responded with, “I miss you too.”

“So how about me flying you to New York on Friday to watch me play live and in person?”

“Okay,” she said without hesitation.

“I’ll have my travel agent book the flight. I’ll text you the info.”

Her mind was already racing with excitement. “Okay.”

“I can’t wait to see you.”

“Neither can I.”

They talked awhile before she finally said goodnight and drifted off to sleep, dreaming about Rance and their unborn child.

Chapter 18

Rance paced the corner of the dressing room. Five minutes to game time and they’d be lining up and heading out onto the floor.

And Debra should be sitting there in the stands. His heart thumped from just imagining her beautiful smile lighting up the bleachers He wasn’t sure when she had gotten under his skin, but she had, and he wasn’t sure what, if anything, he was going to do about it. All he knew was he couldn’t go another week without her.

And then they were walking out onto the floor and his eyes traveled over to where she would be sitting. His breathing stalled. There she was, lowering onto her seat. Her honey brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail and she wore silver hoops in her ears that dangled low enough to skim her shoulders. She was wearing a Sixers t-shirt that stretched across her breasts, and blue jeans that complimented her hips. She waved over at him and he waved back, sending her a wide grin.

He tried to tell himself he was just having a good time, sharing incredible sex, but the more he got to know her the more he thought about the chance of their having more. It was crazy. If anyone had told him six months ago he’d be crazy over a woman, he would have told them to have their head examined. But now… Now he wasn’t sure what he wanted anymore. But whatever it was, it would have to include Debra.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins and pounded at his heart. Everything about this moment felt right. Which was why tonight, after the game, he planned on talking to her about becoming something steady in his life.

But for now, it was game time.

* * *

Debra was standing outside, away from the media, under a large tree when she spotted Rance only a few feet away. He was heading right for her. Heat shot through her, and even though it was in the low 80s, she had the sudden urge to fan herself, although she was certain it wouldn’t have done any good.

She stood there, grateful for a few moments to get herself together while Rance signed a few autographs, and then he was once again heading her way, his gaze fixed on her. It was hard to believe she was finally here and up close. She wasn’t dreaming.

“Hey, beautiful.” The air between them suddenly became charged.

“Hi,” she blushed.

As soon as he got close enough, Rance yanked her close and kissed her with such fierce desperation that it made Debra gasp.

“Wow!” she said after he released her. “I thought the whole reason for meeting out here was to avoid the media.” She pointed to the reporter on the other side of the street snapping photographs.

“Damn,” he growled and draped an arm around her shoulders, steering her away. “C’mon. I have a car around the corner.”

Everything was happening so fast she could barely catch her breath. Rance escorted her into a rented Lexus and whipped her away from Madison Square Garden to his hotel. She put on a pair of dark shades and slipped into one of his hooded sweatshirts and made it up the elevator and onto the floor. Only moments after Rance had kicked the door shut, their clothes were off, and they were on the bed in each other’s arms.

Debra smiled up at him. “Babe, tell me this isn’t a dream.”

Rance cupped her breast and grazed her nipple until it pouted. “No, sweetheart, you’re really here.”

“Good,” She cooed as she slipped her arms around him, feeling his muscles flexing as he moved. “I missed you.”

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he admitted as his brought his lips down over hers again.

“I hope you’re planning to show me.” Debra ran her hands along his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his skin beneath her fingers. Goodness, she missed touching him!

“You think you know me,” he breathed against her cheek.

“I know you better than you think.”

“Really, and what is it that you know?” Rance’s gaze flicked up to meet hers.

“I know you like me, and missed me, and couldn’t wait to see me,” she teased.

“I guess you
do
know me,” he murmured as his masculine lips closed over her nipple. Debra arched off the mattress and lost all interest in anything else.

Finally, after days of restless nights and her body yearning for him, Debra could touch and kiss Rance the way she wanted.

As his teeth raked the taut peak of her breasts, she freely explored his body, allowing her hands to slide all along his back, down to his tight ass and around to skim his thighs. She loved kissing him. The smell of him made her feel dizzy and breathless with pleasure. Tonight was all about them. She wouldn’t ruin it with talks about her being pregnant and her plans of raising her child alone. There would be plenty of time to discuss that tomorrow. Tonight she planned on being with the man she loved while he did things to her body that no one else was capable of doing. Only tonight she was determined to show Rance just how much she loved him, even if she never said a word.

“It’s my turn to show you how much I missed you,” she whispered. Rance was licking his way down past her breasts, and it was obvious where he was headed.

He gave her a hot look loaded with desire and went back to sucking a path around her navel with his tongue. “You already showed me by coming up to see me.”

“That’s not what I had in mind.” With that, she flipped him over onto his back and turned around to straddle his face.

“Now this is more like it,” she purred as she slid her tongue along his erection.

Growling, Rance closed his mouth over her clit in retaliation and sucked, sending desire ricocheting through her body.

Moaning with delight, she licked the head of his dick, savoring the taste of him while enjoying the havoc his tongue was creating between her thighs.

Reaching up, Rance caught her nipple and rolled it round between his fingers while he continued circling her clit with his tongue. Debra quivered and moaned while she nibbled and sucked at his erection, taking him deep and then dragging him out to the tip before slipping him back inside her mouth again.

Rance growled and slipped a finger into the wet opening of her kitty and caught one of her labia between his teeth, giving it a gentle tug.

“Oh yes,” she moaned while drawing him deeper.

“You like that?” Rance hissed before he added a second finger and plunged deep.

“You’re not playing fair,” she groaned, then swallowed as much of him as she could in one long sweep that had Rance rocking against her mouth.

 
Heat filled her body, tightening her nipples. It was hard to concentrate on what she was doing with Rance doing erotic things with his own skillful tongue. The man was talented in so many ways.

The feeling of her lips wrapped around his dick made Rance moan against her pussy. A man could only handle so much. He was holding her full breasts in the palm of his hands and her mouth was on his penis. Rance was in heaven.

He had never felt like this in his life. Sure, he’d had dozens of women go down on him, but with Debra it was more than sex. Their lovemaking only took their relationship to another level. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but he had no words.

Instead, he tried to show her with his body, even though she was the one driving him crazy with her mouth.

“Ride me, babe!” he ordered, and after a few more torturous strokes Debra withdrew him from her mouth. With his help, she guided his penis to the opening of her sex and sank down, one glorious inch at a time.

“Mmmm!” she moaned as he filled her. “I was dying to feel you inside of me again.”

“So was I,” he groaned as her ass settled across his hips. Rance clenched his teeth and hissed, certain he’d lose control before she even started.

After several deep breaths, he pulled himself together just in time, because she starting rocking her pelvis. She was so wet, he groaned inwardly, and he tried to control his breathing again. Debra rose up and down, feeling slick and tight all at the same time. Thank goodness her movements were slow and in control, otherwise he’d be spilling into her far too soon. He stared up at her and felt that familiar tightening at his chest. She was so beautiful with her wide eyes, dark and glazed, her lips slightly parted, and her breasts bouncing with the slightest motion.

Something strong and powerful swelled in him, as hot and erotic as the pleasure of her slow strokes. “I’m crazy about you,” he gasped, then grabbed onto her waist and guided her body along his length.

“I’m crazy about you,” Debra cried out as he slammed her down hard, making sure she felt every glorious inch. “Oooh, so crazy!”

It was her moans that sent his climax rolling up in a ferocious wave. Rance came hard, bellowing her name.

Arching his body, driving his full length inside her wet core, he felt her muscles contract and her walls tighten around him before an orgasm ripped her body in surges that caused her back to arch as she screamed out in ecstasy.

They gyrated their hips together, enjoying every single exquisite second before Debra finally collapsed against his powerful chest.

He rolled her over and pulled her tightly into his arms. They lay there kissing and hugging as he savored the feel of her warm lush body in his arms. She was quiet, her hip pressed back against him as she drifted off to sleep.

This is what life’s all about, he thought. This was what it meant to find that one person who made your life feel complete. That missing link. The one thing he was running away from, he had found in Debra.

All the reasons they needed to be together were pounding hard and strong at his chest. He could do this. He saw what he felt mirrored in her eyes, staring right back at him, the desire to connect in more than just physical.

“What are you thinking about?” she whispered and shifted, and he felt life stirring again.

“My knee.” It wasn’t a complete lie. He had forgotten his prescription at home. And his knee was throbbing. They would talk about their relationship in the morning after they’d both rested. “You have any ibuprofen by chance?”

“Uh-huh. There’s some in my purse,” she murmured and rolled over onto her stomach.

Grinning, he leaned down and kissed the back of her shoulder. She was so beautiful.

He slid out from under her and padded over to their things that had been left in a pile near the door. Chuckling under his breath, he reached down for her purse and pulled the zipper. He fumbled around until he found a bottle. He was getting ready to open it when he glanced down at the label on the front.

Prenatal vitamins.

What?
His eyes quickly scanned the bottle and he felt his insides tightening. The prescription had been written by a Dr. Laura Lipmann and had been filled the day before.

“Did you find them?” Debra mumbled from the bed.

Anger simmered in his belly. “Nope. But I found something interesting.”‘ Slowly she lifted her head, and when Rance was sure he had her attention, he held up the bottle. “When were you planning to tell me you were pregnant?”