Page 38 of Game On

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked breathlessly, most of the fight gone from her tone.

“I’m giving you something to brag to your book club about,” he said before taking the nipple fully in his mouth and sucking. She bucked off the bed. Grabbing her fingers, he wrapped them around the iron headboard. With that done, he released her wrists so he could settle more fully between her legs. Using one hand he fondled her other breast while his other hand dipped between her legs. She didn’t bother to take her hands from the bedposts as he explored her body.

“You know, we’re reading the new Kennedy biography. It’s really an interesting book. I don’t think we’ll have much time to discuss you.” Her voice now was weak and raspy.

“After this, Dorothy, you’ll wanna make time, ’cause I’m about to rock your world.”

It was the last thing he said before burying his face between her thighs, his tongue invading the sweet, soft folds. He was going to lick her to oblivion. Sounds of her soft panting filled the room as her head thrashed from side to side. Her hands had shifted from the headboard to fist in the sheets. When she tossed a knee over his shoulder, his tongue delved deeper. He wasn’t sure, but he thought she might have growled. Then she came, climaxing in long waves, her body convulsing around him. His cock jumped in anticipation. It was just going to have to wait because he wasn’t finished. Glancing up over her dewy, limp body, he saw her eyes were closed, but a smile graced her flushed face. Once again, he lowered his head between her thighs. She didn’t have enough energy to stop him.

“Oh, Shane!” She grabbed at his hair, her hips thrashing. “I can’t! You can’t! Please . . .” She was gasping for air now. He chuckled as he licked her. When he found the nub and sucked, she came again with a silent scream. He kissed the inside of her thighs before raising his head.

His body ached now. It wasn’t going to be denied. He crawled up over her and her mouth gaped open as she caught sight of him.

“Oh,” she breathed. But she spread her legs wider as he sheathed himself with a condom.

“Huh-uh,” he said as he rolled her over on her stomach. He tucked a forearm beneath her slick belly and pulled her backside against his erection. She gasped as he slid into her warm, tight body. He thrust deeply and she instinctively ground her hips against him. Then he was lost. Pumping in and out, he fondled a breast with one hand and her sex with the other. The sounds of her moaning with pleasure filled the room, spurring him on as she thrust back against him. Over and over he pumped into her until he could feel her body begin to tense again beneath his. Her muscles squeezed around him and, with a guttural groan of his own, he followed her into oblivion.

Carly’s body, glistening with sweat, slumped over her knees as she fought to control her breathing. Leaning over her back, he kissed the knots along her spine. When he reached her neck he buried his face in her hair and waited for his heart to slow down. He took a long moment to breathe in her scent: citrus and sex. Laying her down on the pillow, he covered her with the blanket.

This time when he returned from the bathroom, there wasn’t any decision to be made about whether he stayed or not. Crawling under the frilly comforter, he wrapped his arms around her languid body. She pressed her back against his chest, their legs tangling together. He felt his cock twitch again as it made contact with her warm bottom.

“Seriously?” she gasped.

He couldn’t help laughing. “Professional athlete,” he said, nuzzling her neck. She shuddered.

Then, he couldn’t help but ask. “So, what’s the verdict with the book club?”

“I’m pretty sure you deserve your own book,” she said reverently.

He snaked his arm around to allow his hand to gently palm her breast as he closed his eyes. “You promised me sleep,” he mumbled into her hair.

“Umm.” She relaxed against him, her breathing soft and steady.

He fell asleep trying to remember the last time he’d felt so comfortable.

Sunlight streamed through the plantation shutters when Shane awoke. It took him a moment to become fully conscious of where he was. The citrus smell permeating the fluffy pillows and the sound of a blow-dryer in the other room reminded him that he’d spent the night with Carly. His sluggish body reminded him he was still exhausted. Unfortunately, one part of his body was wide awake and at full attention.

The blow-dryer stopped and he watched through slightly closed eyes as she quietly slipped out of the bathroom and headed for the walk-in closet. She was dressed in a pair of skin-colored panties that looked like skimpy shorts and a matching push-up bra. He groaned as the rest of his body caught up with his morning woody.

“Oh, you’re up.” Startled, she turned from the closet door to face him. She held a towel in her hand but didn’t bother to cover herself. Pulling himself up to lean back against the pillows, he placed a hand behind his head and just enjoyed the view.

“Well, part of me is up, anyway,” he said with a grin.

He watched as her eyes roamed over him, but she remained where she was, crossing her arms under her breasts. The gesture made him want to bury his face between them. His body got harder as he sucked in a breath.

“Come here,” he said, patting the bed.

“No,” she said with a swing of her head. She looked like a goddess standing there, shards of sunlight sneaking in through the shutters and reflecting off her hair. “I have an early morning meeting with Donovan and I need to get dressed.”

“It’s still early.” The clock beside the bed said seven thirty-five. “Besides, I happen to know you’re easy and I can set you free in no time. You know you want to,” he teased, giving her a lopsided grin as he reached out a hand to her.

After last night, Shane knew she liked sex. He also knew she liked sex with him. Hopefully it would be enough to get her back in bed this morning.

“Unfortunately you didn’t pack enough protection. Impressive as the stash in your wallet was.” She was walking toward him now, which he took as a good sign. She stopped beside the bed and he traced a hand softly over the skin at the curve of her waist. Reaching inside her panties, he skimmed a fingertip over the birth control patch there. Moving lower, he traced his finger through her curls before slowly burying it inside her. Her back arched as she gripped his wrist.

“You have access to my medical file. You know I’m clean,” he said as he continued to finger her while he pushed off the sheet with the other hand. She moaned as she caught sight of him. Biting her lip, she pushed his hand away. But instead of retreating, she crawled across his thighs, straddling him, the lacy fabric of her panties tickling his skin. She smiled wickedly as she ran her hands down his chest, trailing her nails across his nipples. His breath came out in a hiss as she bent her head to kiss his belly. A cascade of damp hair hid her face as she moved lower. Before he realized what she intended, she’d taken him in her mouth. He tangled his hands in her hair as he pressed his head back against the pillows. She ran her tongue along the length of him and his breath hitched as she wrapped her lips around him more fully. Cool hair brushed the hot skin of his belly as her round bottom bopped rhythmically.

“Carly!” he bellowed, pulling her up by her hair so she lay across his chest. He was close to the edge. With another sinful smile she wrapped a warm hand firmly around his cock. She tongued his nipple as she stroked him to climax with her hand. He swore as he came in a rush.

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