The drive to Austin wasn’t bad. It gave me ninety minutes to crank up the music and drive. Texas roads were wide and the speed limit let me go almost as fast as I wanted.

There were a lot of things to think about other than the lyrics blaring from my speakers. Two nights with this woman and I had decided to break my first rule of the season. But it seemed better this way. Since Sunday night, I’d had incredible practices all week. I hadn’t dropped a single ball or missed any tackles. Even Wes commented on my concentration.

With Natalia in my life, I wasn’t as distracted. I wasn’t thinking about where she could be, or what she was doing. All I had to do was pick up the damn phone and call her. It was as if being with her had calmed everything down again. She was some kind of drug for me. I got my focus back. I was the player I was before I met her. Only this time, I had her in my life.

Natalia had texted her address to me. She lived in an apartment not far from where we met over a month ago. I recognized the neighborhood when I pulled into her parking garage.

* * *

I knocked on the shabby door and waited for her to answer.

I held up a bouquet of flowers. “These are for you.”

She reached on her tiptoes to kiss me, but stopped and pulled me inside. She took the flowers from me. “Sorry, I don’t want anyone to see you.”

I didn’t care. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into my arms, crushing her with an earth-shattering kiss.

She trembled and I felt the satisfaction rumble through me. “I like your place.” I looked around. It had the definite markings of a girl. There were pastels and black and white photos of dancers on the wall.

“Thanks, I can give you the quick tour.” She smiled. “This, of course, is the kitchen where I spend almost no time. This is the living room where I spend a little time.” I followed her. “This is the bedroom where I sleep.” Everything was white and clean.

“And what’s this, the guestroom?” I pushed open the door beside her room and stared.

Natalia was behind me. “No, it’s my studio.” She adjusted the dimmer switch and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling illuminated the space.

There was an entire wall of mirrors and a barre that ran the length of one wall.

“It didn’t come like this, did it?”

She laughed. “No, of course not. I had permission to have the mirrors and the barre installed for my practice.”

Other than an old record player and a crate of records on the far side, the room was empty. The floors were smooth and soft.

“You dance in here?”

“I used to. I haven’t tried much since I was injured. But I do a lot of stretching, and it’s a great workout room.”

“What kind of music do you play on that thing?” I pointed to the turntable.

“Mostly classical.” She walked to the stack of albums in the crate and flipped through them and retrieved one from the center.

“Where did you get it?” I streamed all my music. I didn’t have a CD player.

“It was a gift from my ballet teacher when I left Paris.” She sounded sad. “She gave me all her records and the turntable.” She was smiling, but it was at a distant memory, not at me. “Sometimes I come in here and listen. I remember the dances.”

“Like what?” I asked. I had this need to connect with her. To bring her back to where we were. I wanted her to leave those Paris memories and remember I was standing in front of her.

“Stuff like this.” She placed the vinyl record on the player and moved the arm for the music to begin. I heard a violin and a piano, but all I saw was her. Her long, graceful legs. The beauty of her breasts. The fact that there were two of her in this room with those mirrors. My cock twitched.

I reached for the dimmer, lowering the lights on the shimmering chandelier.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I want you to take your clothes off.” I was ready to strip her bare myself if she didn’t start shedding the tank top and shorts.

But she lifted her arms, pulling her shirt overhead, and with a quick snap, her bra skidded over her arms. Her fingers landed on her hips and she shrugged the shorts over her legs and stepped away from the small pile of clothes.

I reached for her, pulling her into my arms with a hungry kiss. She moaned as my tongue slipped in her mouth. I moved back, yanking my shirt off and kicking my pants out of the way.

We stood in front of each other naked. I led her to the barre and spun her to face our reflection. I kissed the side of her neck as my hands traveled over her breasts. I stopped to roll her nipple between my fingers as my other hand coasted over her stomach and plunged between her legs.

“Oh, God.” She leaned into my chest, jutting her hips forward so I could slide between her slit.

“Watch,” I told her. “Watch all of it. Watch when you come. Watch me fuck you right here.”

I felt the heat between her legs as my fingers massaged her clit. “Yes,” she breathed. Her legs buckled slightly as I spread her opening.

I’d never been so fucking turned on in my life. I nudged my cock against her ass. As she rocked into my fingers, she lifted on her toes, then lowered to her bare feet. I felt her sliding her clit against my fingertips as she moved up and down, then slowly, her hips eased backward with each rise and fall until her arms were stretched forward on the barre and her soaking wet entrance was mine to take.

I pushed my cock enough to stretch over her.

“Ohh,” she whimpered.

“Nice position,” I growled over her back, admiring her curves. She wiggled closer and I knew she wanted this as badly as I did.

I rubbed the head over her clit, coating her juices over me. She felt so warm I wanted to get lost inside her. I wanted to fill her. I wanted to fuck her for the rest of the night as if it was our first night together.

I looked at her in the mirror. Her tits dangled in front and I reached for them, plucking each one until she whimpered.

“Watch me fuck you, Natalia.”

Her head jerked up as I positioned myself and drove inside her with a shudder that ripped through my body.

We both groaned at the intensity of the angle. She held the barre while I pumped in and out of her from behind. Watching her eyes, her nipples, her slice of paradise, dripping wet from wanting me.

I looked down. My hands gripped her just above her round ass. I could see every time my shaft withdrew, then was lost inside her again. I fucking loved it. I could watch this all night.

Nothing had felt like this. Nothing was this fucking hot. Her hands slapped the mirror as I reared back and thrust with sudden force, pushing her forward.

“Sam, it’s so intense. I have to come. Please let me. Please.”

I wanted to give her everything she wanted. And if she wanted to come on my dick, she was going to come hard.

I reached in front of her and began to flick over her clit with my fingers, feeling her squeeze my cock with powerful strength.

“Oh yes,” she screamed. “Yes, like that.” Her hips moved wildly and I knew we had both lost control.

“You’re mine, Natalia. I’m not stopping. You’re mine.”

I was going to come inside her and I couldn’t stop it. There was no time to grab a condom or pull out. I wasn’t going to do that. I needed to fill her and make her mine. I buried myself with a final thrust as we came together, gasping for air, clinging for balance. I watched in the mirror as her eyes burned into mine.

I unleashed everything I had inside her, feeling my belly relax as the orgasm pumped through my limbs. I slid my dick from her and kissed her back, which was damp with sweat.

“You are so fucking amazing.” I twirled her into my arms, crushing her lips against mine.

“I’ve never done that,” she whispered. “But God I’ve wanted to.”

I laughed. “We can do that as many times as you want.”

Her palms locked around my neck. “Welcome back to Austin.” She reached up to kiss me and I took her lips.