Fighting to Forget(24)
Yeah, he fucking yearned for it. It was almost enough to have him chuckling at how romantic he had come to feel when it concerned Tasha. He left the shower room and headed out to where the lockers and his clothes were, but he stopped when he saw her standing just inside the door. She held the towels close to her chest, and he knew by her stance and the way her fingers tightened in the material of the towels that she felt a little uncomfortable standing there.
“Tasha,” he said softly, and moved toward her. He had the towel wrapped around his waist, so he willed his dick not to harden just from the sight of her alone, and moved closer to her still. She didn’t move, and although he should have told her being in here wasn’t the right move since they were at the gym, he didn’t give a shit.
“I don’t care that anyone could come back here right now. I just wanted to see you.”
He smiled, loving this woman so much that she’d never really know the extent of it. “Come here, baby.” He held his hand out to her, gesturing her to come forward. He needed to hold her, to kiss her, and he didn’t care where he was.
Yeah, he might have nearly kicked London’s ass back in the day when he’d found out he was in the locker rooms making out with Sunny, but this was different. He knew that London had just been so in love with Harlond’s daughter that he hadn’t been able to help himself. Larson had been in his dark place back then, not sure he’d ever be able to understand that kind of need again. But now he understood it with a passion, and was going to show Tasha how much she meant to him.
He pulled her closer, tangled his hand in her hair, and kissed her senseless. While he continued to devour her mouth, he pulled her away from the door, around the row of lockers, and past the showers. Stepping into one of the empty stalls in the corner, he reached out and closed the curtain, sealing them in the shower. Pressing her to the wall, he smoothed his hand down her chest, cupped her breasts, and loved how she moaned into his mouth.
“I feel how hard you are,” she whispered.
“I’m hard for you, always for you, and only for you,” he responded, and ground himself into her belly. She was so damn soft, so curvy, and so his that he could have come just from dry humping her like a damn teenager.
The sound of the locker room door slamming open pierced his lust-fogged brain. And the sound of some fighters coming in cursing, laughing, and talking about what their plans for the weekend were, could have, should have made him stop. But he continued to kiss her. What surprised him was when she pushed on his chest, got to her knees, and pulled his towel away.
He stared at her, his chest moving up and down from the force of his arousal, and watched as she smoothed her hands over his lower abdomen.
“You’re so hard, so defined.” She continued to run her hands over his body, then higher until she was touching his pecs. “This is pretty bold for me to do,” she whispered, clearly mindful that there were guys right on the other side of the wall.
“I like this bold part of you.” He was having a hard time breathing due to how aroused he was.
She grabbed his cock, and before he could even formulate an action she had his dick in her mouth. She sucked at him, stroked him with her tongue, and then cupped his balls with her hand. He groaned, snapped his mouth closed and gritted his teeth. Slamming his hand on the tiled wall in front of him, he watched her hollow out her cheeks and take more of him into her mouth until the head of his erection bumped the back of her throat.
They were both mindless with desire, and he couldn’t handle this right now. He didn’t want to come in her mouth in the shower stall of the gym, even if it was hot as fuck. He wanted her in a bed and under him so he could worship her.
He lifted her off the ground, slammed his lips against hers, and speared his tongue in her mouth. For several long seconds he didn’t do anything but fuck her mouth with his. When he heard the other men leave, he hauled her ass out of that shower, quickly got dressed, and turned her to face him.
“I have to have you now, Tasha.”
She breathed hard. Her mouth was red and swollen from his kisses and sucking his cock, and finally she nodded. “Good, because I need you, too.”
Chapter Eleven
He inhaled deeply, took in the light floral scent of her hair, and closed his eyes. He’d never thought he’d find a woman that made him feel alive again, that made him feel like he didn’t have to fight to try to survive. Just being with Tasha made things good, better, and he didn’t want to let that go.
Larson was used to taking what he wanted when he wanted it, but he’d always be gentle with her, show her every second of every day for the rest of his life that she meant so much to him. He’d tell her about Melanie, about his past, and let her know that he wasn’t replacing her with the memory of his deceased wife, but making new, glorious memories with the woman he’d grown to love. He’d show her that she meant more to him than anything else on this planet.