“All the way now.”

She moaned as she lowered herself onto him. Her natural reaction was to close her eyes because the pleasure was so intense. But she fought the instinct, because she wanted to watch him and witness the look in his eyes change from hunger to passion.

She swore she saw something else there too. Something deeper, a longing for more. Something she was afraid to name. But something that touched her heart, and made her want to be closer. Even closer.

She settled on to him, savoring the feel of him all the way inside her. With his hands on her hips, he began moving. Slowly, taking his time, he guided her up and down his shaft. She shuddered all over as pleasure ignited in her, like the start of bright fireworks that only grow more brilliant until they lit up the sky. Hot tingles raced across her skin. She roped her hands around his neck, then up into his hair. He leaned his head back against her hands, groaning deeply as if he savored her every touch. His fingers dug into her hips as he thrust into her, penetrating her to her very depths. Here at Yankee Stadium, in front of 50,000 people, who didn’t have a clue what was happening in one of the luxury suites, she took him and he took her.

They took each other. Because nothing about their connection felt like role-playing, or a game, or submission.

Control was not given or taken. There were no power plays. There was only him holding tightly to her hips, drawing her up on his long, hard cock, then lowering her back down and filling her completely, touching her so far inside that she knew it wouldn’t take her long.

There was only her, loving every second of the way he felt.

Right now, the only roles they were “playing” were of lovers, coming together for the first time. The only thing that existed between them was a deep and dark desire to be consumed by each other.

As he grasped her harder, moving faster, he dipped his head to her neck, kissing her. He was always kissing her. He mapped a path to her ear and whispered, “Tell me, Casey. Tell me who your jealous lover is.”

“You are, Nate,” she said in between breaths, as the ripples of pleasure slammed into her and she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut because the feelings were too intense to take.

“Tell me who’s about to make you come,” he growled into her ear.

“You are,” she said as he drove into her, his cock filling her to the hilt.

“Do you have any idea how much I wanted to be with you today?” he said, and his voice was stripped bare. She looked into his eyes, and he was gazing at her as if she was a marvel to him.

She shook her head. “How much?”

“You were all I thought of,” he said, his breathing wildly erratic. He was narrowing in on the apex of pleasure too. Watching him near the edge flipped a switch in her body. She went from grasping for the sweet release there in the distance to feeling the start of it, deep inside her, in her belly, in her bones, in all the distant corners of her body and far into her mind. He was taking her there and there was no turning back from this intensity. She dropped her mouth to his lips and kissed him relentlessly as she rode him to the edge of pleasure.