She wrapped her arms around his neck and practically crawled onto his lap, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. She tasted delicious, sweet and sparkly like champagne, with a hint of mint from the mojitos. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her closer and then she was on his lap, sideways on the couch. He shifted his body, gently lowered her to the couch and moved over her. He kissed her again and again until they both had to break for air, panting.

She licked her lips, staring at him wide-eyed. “Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow.”

And they went at it again, deep, seeking, open-mouthed kisses. His hands stroked her everywhere he could reach, over her hips, her waist, up the sides of her rib cage, thumbs resting just beneath her breasts, then down to thighs bared by her skirt, which had ridden up indecently high. Her skin was satiny warm and her body jerked when he found the sensitive skin at the back of her knee.

He was acutely aware of how tiny she was compared to him, worried that he might hurt her, so he took care and didn’t let his weight rest on her as he leaned over her to kiss her. She squirmed beneath him, arching into him, and he lifted away from her.

“What?” she gasped.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She blinked at him. “Of course I’m okay. Why are you stopping?”

Instead of answering, he just kissed her again, starving for more of the taste and feel of her in his mouth. Their tongues played, her hands wandered up and down his back, then slipped under his suit jacket. Through the thin cotton of his shirt he felt her warmth and he wanted nothing between her touch and his skin.

He sat up again and tore his suit jacket off. Goddamn suits and ties, he’d never understand why they had to wear these things on game days, but apparently they had to look professional. He fumbled at his throat with the knot of the tie, like a noose around his neck, and when he’d loosened it, he popped open the first two buttons of his shirt. Ah. So much better.

He took a deep breath and leaned back down to Remi, kissing her again. Now her little hands tugged at his shirt and found their way beneath it to his skin. He wanted to groan at the pleasure of it.

He was so hard and full he ached with it, longing to press himself against her softness, but he held himself back, again conscious of her size, and his size, and the difference in their size. They kissed on and on, hands roving, bodies writhing, skin heating.

He had to feel more of her and he rose up to slide the tiny straps of her top down her arms, dying to see the curves of her breasts. She helped him by hitching her shoulders and then he peeled the sparkly top down to her waist, revealing the—thank you, Jesus—black lace strapless bra. He blinked at it, at the delicate curves between the lacy cups, and his mouth watered. “So pretty,” he murmured. “I love black lace.”

“That’s good.”

He tipped his head. “Do your panties match?”

She huffed out a soft laugh. “Find out for yourself.”

“Mmm. Okay.”

And the top and the skirt came off too, both down over her hips and legs, leaving her lying on the couch in her lingerie, and yes, her panties were black lace too, a tiny triangle held on by a slender black ribbon over each hip. Her skin was incredible—creamy smooth everywhere, her body dainty and perfect.

He had to just stop and stare, breathing hard.

“Jason?” She put a hand out to him and he lifted his gaze to her face. Uncertainty shadowed her eyes, her mouth soft and pouty.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he muttered. “I have to look at you.”

Her eyes widened, then drifted closed and the corners of her mouth tipped up. “Thank you. I’m not…”

He lightly rested his fingers on her mouth. “Don’t even say it.” He didn’t know how, but he knew what she was about to say and he didn’t want to hear any comparisons between her and anyone else, because there was no comparison. Jason himself was a little taken aback at how stunningly beautiful he found her. His heart stuttered in his chest. Jesus.

He swallowed, then explored her curves with his hands, taking them on a joyful tour of smooth thighs, the dip of her waist, the swell of her breasts. He longed to see her nipples, to taste them too, but he wanted to keep the black lace on as long as possible.

He bent his head and pressed a kiss to the softness of her tummy and it quivered beneath his mouth. His tongue gave a gentle lap, his lips a tiny suck, and he breathed in the fresh, flowery scent of her skin before he lifted his head. She groaned and slid her hands into his hair.

He pressed a trail of kisses down over her lower belly, noting the tiny fine golden hairs just above the black lace, wanting to see what was beneath it, digging deep for patience. He pressed his mouth over the black lace and inhaled again, her scent now warmer and layered with feminine arousal. It made him so goddamn hard he groaned. Her hips lifted beneath him and when he raised his head and looked down at his big hands holding her small hips, he shook. It was like holding a doll, tiny and perfect, but terrifying.

“Uh…” He reared back again.

“What? Now what?”

He shook his head, his brains fuddled a bit. Maybe they shouldn’t be doing this.

He shoved a hand into his hair and sat up straight. Remi struggled up onto her elbows, a frown pinching her brows together. “What’s wrong?”

His gut clenched, his dick throbbed, his balls pulsed. Hell.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

She gazed at him. “We agreed. We’re just having fun. No strings attached. Right?”

“I don’t mean like that. I mean…physically. You’re so little.”

His heart thudded and he heard it in his ears as he waited. And waited.

She sat up, all pretty ivory curves and black lace and golden hair. He gulped.

Then his heart stopped. Literally stopped, as she climbed onto his lap, straddled him and went to work on his tie. She yanked it off over his head, fingered open the buttons of his shirt, one, then another, then another, until she spread it wide across his chest.

She sucked in a breath as she did so, eyes glued to his pecs, and he sat there, arms at his side while she palmed his chest. Christ, it felt good.

He lifted his arms and flicked open the button at each wrist so he could shrug out of the shirt, but his mind was spinning at the touch of her fingers sliding down lower over his abs, then to the fastener of his pants.

“Remi…”

She lifted her head. “Don’t tell me to stop.”

“But…”

Then his heart lurched again and resumed its racing rhythm as she covered his erection with her hand and pressed. His cock twitched hard. “Ah!”

“You don’t want me to stop,” she murmured, getting to work on the zipper. “I can tell.”

“No…I…Jesus.”

She tugged at his pants and she needed him to lift his hips to get them off, but he didn’t move. Trying to keep his body from exploding with lust, he sucked in a deep breath. “What are you doing, Remi?”

“I’m not breakable,” she told him. “Yeah, you’re bigger than I am, but I’m not fragile.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his chest. “I want to do this.”

“Maybe we should…take it to a bedroom.”

“Good idea.”

She slid off his lap and stood, a tiny goddess in black lace and stiletto heels, and when she tugged his hand and tried to pull his two hundred plus pounds off the couch, he smiled.

He rose to his feet, holding his pants with one hand and her hand with the other, and let her lead him to her bedroom.

She clicked on a lamp beside the bed and he smiled in approval at the gold duvet cover. Four pillows on the bed. No cushions. He walked across a Persian carpet in glowing shades of gold and cinnamon and sage green, and stopped beside her.

Hunger for her rose in him, need slamming into his balls, sensation prickling over his flesh. But still he held back.

She studied him, then moved toward him and he lifted his arms to take her into his embrace. Then the room flipped upside down as he felt a foot at the back of his knee, knocking him off balance, taking him out, and with a sharp exhale he landed flat on his back on the bed.

He stared up at the ceiling.

“What the…?”

And then Remi was on top of him, straddling him with those smooth, slender thighs, her hands brushing over his chest. Her eyes sparkled and her mouth curved into an impish smile.

All the blood in his body raced to his groin, leaving him lightheaded and throbbing, his sole point of focus the heat between his legs and the woman kneeling right there, her hair lit by the lamp into a glowing golden halo, her softness pressed against his hardness.

“How’d you do that?” he croaked, reaching for her hips.

“Tae kwon do,” she said, and she leaned over him to kiss him, at the same time rubbing her lace-covered breasts across his chest.

He wanted to know more, but coherent thought spun out of his mind, possibly through his ears, which was why he could hear nothing but a faint buzzing sound, and his eyes closed. He gave himself up to the sensation of her mouth on his, her tongue sliding into his mouth, her small hands all over his naked torso, her body against his as she stretched out over him.

He clasped her hips as pleasure licked up his nerve endings just like her tongue licked his mouth. Her palms rubbed over his nipples, sending tingles shooting through his body.

Then she squirmed down his body and dropped to the floor between his spread legs. She grabbed his pants and tugged, one side, then the other, inching them down his hips.

“Mmmm.”