Page 56 of The Right Player
“Kind of the same. I mean, it’s mostly fun, but a little scary, a little dirty, a little out of our comfort zone. You know, no air conditioning, no showers.” He smiled, running the back of his knuckles along my cheek. “What I’m saying is that it’s okay to be a little freaked out. We have no idea which way this is going to go.”
My stomach somersaulted.
“Are you having fun?”
I nodded.
“So am I. And right now, I think that’s what matters. Let’s just enjoy each other, and have fun, and take it slow.” He shrugged. “And then we’ll see where it goes from there.”
“And if it goes nowhere?”
“I won’t hurt you,” he promised, and the way his golden eyes searched mine with the words made me feel stripped down to my soul. “I can’t promise much, but I can promise that.”
My throat was thick with an emotion I thought I’d never feel again, and I swallowed it down, nodding over and over before I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed those stupid, perfect lips of his.
Makoa held me, strong and steady, kissing me with all the reverence his words had in the moments before. His hands found my face, framing it, tugging my hair just enough to lift my chin for better access.
My hands pressed into his chest, feeling the hard muscles there and groaning as I dragged my fingertips down over every mountain and valley of his abdomen. His board shorts were still a little damp from our dip in the lake earlier, but one firm grasp revealed his erection under them, and I gasped into his mouth, panting with need.
And that’s exactly what it was.
Need.
I needed him to kiss me. I needed to touch him and be touched by him. I needed to turn off the words, turn off my brain, to lose myself in everything that he was physically.
My fingers slipped between the band of his shorts and his skin, and I tugged, guiding him backward and down the hall toward my bedroom with our lips still fused together.
“Belle,” he warned, but it was a husky warning, one laced with a desire powerful enough to undo his restraint.
I kicked my bedroom door open with one foot, sliding my hands up his abdomen and under his shirt until he had no choice but to lift his arms and let me take it off.
“Don’t overthink this,” I whispered, stripping my cover-up off. With one quick pull of the string behind my back, my swimsuit top fell in a puddle on the floor between us, and Makoa swallowed, stepping into me with his hands palming both breasts.
“Goddamn, Belle,” he groaned, kneading each one.
I arched into the touch, biting my lip when his thumbs skated over my nipples, puckering them to a hard tip. His mouth crashed down on mine, and I numbly felt for the strings of his board shorts, tugging them until they were untied.
“Shit,” he said, stepping back. My body shivered at the loss of heat. “Maybe we should slow down.”
“The hell we should.” I was on him in the next breath, leaping into his arms so he had no choice but to catch me or let me fall. He stumbled backward, the back of his knees hitting the bed, and when he sat down, I was positioned on his lap with that hard, perfect cock thick and needy between my thighs.
“Yes,” I hissed, nipping at his neck, his jaw, all the while rolling my hips to keep that point of connection hot. Makoa’s hands wrapped around my waist, and I didn’t know if he was trying to hold me still or rock me even harder, but I answered the second request greedily.
“You’re impossible to resist,” he breathed into my next kiss.
“So stop trying.”
He answered my request with a spank to my ass, and then in one swift moment I was on my back, my head hitting the pillows in a whoosh.
Makoa’s hands splayed my stomach, my hips, dragging down until he ripped my swimsuit bottoms off in one firm pull. I didn’t even have to lift my ass, he had all the power to do it himself. And when I was fully nude, I opened my legs, trailing my fingertips down to slip between my wet lips.
He sucked in a breath, his eyes on the prize. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you are.”
“Oh, I think I do.”
Makoa smirked at that, but all the laughter left me when he made quick work of his board shorts, that glorious cock springing forward like it was eager and ready to report for duty.
I flipped over onto my stomach, crawling toward where he stood at the side of the bed. Propping myself up on one elbow, I reached for him with my free hand. I grabbed him at the base, rolling my hand down his shaft and up over his tip until his entire body shuddered.
