Page 26 of The Right Player
I sighed, letting my head drop back against the door and allowing access to my neck, which Makoa took greedily. His lips sucked and kissed along the skin, and I rolled my hips, letting out a moan of my own when I felt his hard length straining against his jeans.
It didn’t take more than that brief moment of friction for me to know he definitely did not have a micropenis.
Wrapping one arm full around his neck to secure myself where he held me, I dipped one hand down between us, kissing him hard as my fingers danced down his chest, his abdomen. I slipped them under the band of his jeans, dragging a line from hip to hip, but his belt made it impossible for me to get any deeper.
Makoa groaned, biting my lip before he forced my hands above my head. He pinned them there at the wrists with one massive hand before the other palmed my breast, hard, and I leaned into the aggressive touch with a silent plea for more.
God, he was all man. He was all hard muscle and dominance with me pinned between him and the door, and I wanted nothing more than for him to devour me until nothing was left for any other man who dared try after him.
I bucked my hips again, catching a line of friction that made us both moan before I ripped a hand free and shoved it between us. This time, I rubbed his cock over the denim, eyes fluttering at the feel of how thick and hard he was even restrained by those damn jeans.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered when I gripped him, flexing his hips into my palm.
I kissed his neck, biting at the skin and rubbing his cock while my own need pooled between my legs. I was going to be so wet for this man by the time he took my clothes off that he’d need a fucking snorkel to go down on me.
The longer he kissed me and trapped me between that door, the more my impatience grew. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I unwrapped my arms from around his neck, confident that he had me, and slid the strap of my romper off my left shoulder.
But before I could wiggle out of it and go for the other, Makoa stopped me, dropping me to the ground and holding his hand over mine where it was on track to free the other strap.
I paused under his touch, both of us panting, his cock so hard it could easily destroy a cement block, and me so desperate to have him inside me that I literally whimpered when he broke our contact.
Makoa blew out a long, heavy breath, pressing his forehead to mine. “You are the sexiest woman to ever exist.”
I bit my lip against a smile, my lips on track for his again. He caught my kiss with a groan, meeting me with hard, desperate movements that matched mine.
But then he broke the kiss again.
And said the worst three words I’d ever heard.
“I should go.”
“No,” I argued, trying to kiss him again.
This time, he obliged me with a sweet peck and a smile before he guided my hands from where I was trying to unbuckle his jeans to wrap around his neck instead.
“Trust me,” he said. “I want to stay.”
“So, stay,” I begged.
“If I stay, we both know where this is going.”
I pressed up on my toes to kiss him again. “Exactly.”
“I think we should slow down a little, Belle.” His eyes met mine then, and he chuckled at my pouty lip before he thumbed it. “I really like you. I don’t want to mess this up.”
I swallowed, heart pounding for a completely different reason now that he was looking at me that way.
Like he really meant the words he said.
Like he wanted more from me than I could ever give him.
Like I could trust him.
“We can’t let this go to waste,” I tried, trailing my hand down his stomach, over his belt, and wrapping my hand around his length again. I gave it just the slightest pressure, which had him closing his eyes and biting his lip against a groan.
“Devil woman.”
“In the flesh.”
He shook his head on a laugh, looking up to the ceiling like God could save him now as he peeled my hands off him and took a big step back. He twirled me around in a sort of dance move, until it was him closest to the door, and then he pressed two soft kisses — one to each of my hands.
“Goodnight, Belle.”
I wanted to groan. I wanted to throw a freaking tantrum. But something about that man had me smiling in appreciation, like I’d finally found a worthy opponent to play this little game with.
“You’re really going to leave me here…” I whispered, trailing my fingertips over my chest. “All alone…” I dipped my fingertips under the fabric of my romper. “To take care of myself when you could be the one to do the honors?”
