Page 52 of The Trouble with Players

He stopped moving his dick over my folds and steadied himself on his elbows on either side of my head. “You ready?”

I nodded.

He shifted his hips and thrust inside of me.

My back arched off the sofa, my chest pressing to his. “God,” I sighed.

“Not quite,” he grunted as his lips found my collarbone, and he buried them there as his hips began to thrust.

I held onto his ass, the feeling of him driving into me over and over again was so damn sexy.

“You feel amazing,” he murmured.

I dug my nails in, needing him deeper. His thrusts became harder, but I liked it. My nails drifted up and over his back, the muscles so prominent beneath his silky skin. The area between my thighs began to constrict, sensations coiling tighter and tighter. His shaft brushed my clit. It was all happening so fast. Was this what it felt like when you had pent-up sexual tension with someone?

My nails traveled back down to his ass and I dug them in, urging him on.

I was close. So damn close.

His lips crashed to mine, our tongues melding. Between him being inside of me and his mouth on mine, sensations uncoiled between my thighs sending shivers out to the tips of my fingers and toes. He swallowed what would have been a cry of pleasure as he continued kissing me and thrusting, milking every last bit of my orgasm from my body. Eventually, he broke the kiss and his thrusts became eager.

“Grrrrrr,” he groaned as he stilled inside of me.

He lowered himself down onto me. Our chests heaved as we lay connected for a long time in the silent pool house. I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking. Had what just happened been two people getting something out of their systems? Or, two people who wanted each other?

“Speechless?” I finally asked.

“Just remember who kissed who first,” he said into my shoulder.

Silent laughter escaped us both.

“That’s the trouble with players. Everything’s a game,” I said.

“Makes things more interesting,” he said.

“Does it?”

He finally lifted his head, and his eyes were half-lidded and content. “How soon until we can do that again?”

“If this is my one night with the player, I better get as much out of it as I can.”

“You know that’s not how it is with us,” he said.

“How is it then?”

He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me slowly. Every part of my body prickled with the slow glide of his tongue. With the way his hand slipped down my side. With his soft content purrs. With the true intent behind his kiss.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I woke up the next morning wrapped in Crew’s arms. “Shit.” I scrambled away from him and jumped off the sofa.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes not even open yet.

“It’s morning.”

“So?”

“So.” I grabbed my panties and cutoffs from the floor and shimmied them on. “I don’t want my father to find us in here.” I grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it over my head.

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