Free Final Play (Matchplay Series) by Dakota Madison Page B

shadow her face.
    “I thought we were going to take things slowly,” I reminded her.
    I saw the slightest hint of a smile. “This is slow for me.”
    I put my hand to her face and caressed her cheek with my thumb. “I’m serious about taking things slowly. I want this to be different. Special.”
    “It already is.” Her face was so thoughtful and her eyes held so much promise.
    “I don’t just want to be number fifty-nine. I want to be your one and only.”
    “Do you mean that?” She sounded so unsure, it broke my heart.
    “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”
    We held each other’s gaze for a few moments and I swear it felt like t he Earth temporarily stopped spinning on its axis.
    When Ella said, “Turn over,” it completely caught be off guard.
    “What,” I muttered.
    “Turn over,” she repeated.
    “Why?”
    She frowned. “Why do you have to analyze everything before you’ll take action?”
    “Because I’m an engineer.”
    “I think you’re an engineer because you’re so logical and thoughtful but that’s another conversation. Right now, I would like for you to be just a little bit spontaneous and turn over without knowing exactly why.”
    I heaved a sigh but gave in. I turned over and lay on my stomach. “Happy?”
    “Exuberant,” she teased.
    Then she started rubbing my shoulders. I didn’t even realize I was holding so much tension until she was massaging my muscles. “You’re so tight,” she commented as she worked on a particularly large knot. “Are you under a lot of stress?”
    I thought about the question. Was I under stress? I tended to worry a lot. I ruminated over things, even things I had no control over. “I guess so.”
    “But why?” She asked as she worked on the muscles in my neck.
    I wish I knew. I seemed to have been born worrying about something. Maybe thinking about things from every possible angle was actually over-thinking. I never gave the matter too much thought because I was too busy worrying. “Would you believe me if I said I came out of the womb worrying?”
    She laughed. “That wouldn’t surprise me a bit. You need to relax. Haven’t you ever heard the term: go with the flow ? That should be your new motto.”
    If she only knew how far out of my comfort zone I had moved already just to be here with her, I thought she’d be shocked. “Maybe this is spontaneous for me.”
    She moved close to my ear and whispered, “I know it is. But maybe I want you to do something even more impulsive.”
    I could feel my heart start to race at her suggestion. I swa llowed to try and clear the lump that had formed in my throat. “Such as,” I muttered.
    Her breath on my neck sent shivers through me. “I think you already know the answer to that question.”
    I swallowed again but the lump refused to dissipate. So much for taking things slowly, we were racing towards the finish line like a runaway train. I turned over to face Ella. Her eyes were filled with mischief and want. I realized in that moment, there was no way I was going to be able to resist her desires any longer.
    Not that I didn’t have desires of my own. In that moment, looking into her wanting eyes, I was overwhelmed with the need to feel Ella’s body next to mine—to feel myself inside her. I had never had a more overpowering feeling in my life.
    As soon as the decision was made, it was like Ella could read my mind. Without either of us saying another word, she began to unbutton my shirt. My heart started to beat a little faster as she undid each button. In some ways, it felt like a dream. The most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on was seducing me. She kept her eyes locked on mine as she made her way down to the final button.
    “That’s better,” she said as she placed her hands on my bare chest.
    I took in a sharp breath. “Ella, I…”
    She placed her index finger on my lips and shook her head. “No words. I just want you to experience this. I want you to feel it. You