Page 61 of Playmaker

As hard as I am, I fight the need to finish, and wait her out, ensuring she gets what she needs from me. Her legs stiffen, and her mouth is parted, so I know she’s close.

“Baby,youfeel so good,” I say, my voice muffled in the crook of her neck. I can’t look at her again. If I do, I’ll come in a heartbeat. “Come for me. Please.”

“Faster,” she begs. Her fingers wrap into my hair as I pick up speed, and her soft moans turn into screams of pleasure. I drill my hips against hers, my thrusts erratic and frenzied as she nears the edge of her release, but all I can think about is our conversation at the park last week when I told her I’d never met someone I wanted to both fuck and make love to.

I was mistaken.

She was standing in front of me all along.

I’m rewarded by her orgasm and blissful cries of pleasure as her legs wrap around my lower back, holding me hostage, and as soon as that first wave of her wetness hits, I’m a fucking goner.

I come so hard I see stars.

“Ohfuck!” I bite down gently on her shoulder, filling up the condom to the rim, I’m certain. We’re a heaving, sweaty mess tangled in one another, but I never want to unravel. If it was up to me, I’d stay inside of her like this for eternity, but this is her first time, and I need to make sure she’s okay.

Gingerly pulling out, I study her face, noting the hint of pain on her features. “How are you?” I whisper. Every part of me wants to hold her close and revel in the aftermath of how incredible that was, but I need her to feel the same. I can’t celebrate anything until I’m certain she didn’t regret it.

“I am—” She giggles as she searches for words, and the relief that washes over me allows me to fully feel the effects of cloud nine. “I mean, I thought I knew what it would feel like, but . . .” She shakes her head. “It was a thousand times better than I imagined.”

I roll onto my back, sporting a cheesy grin, panting as I try to regain control of my breathing. I’m still reeling from the feel of her beneath me. Her hands scraping down my back, legs trapping me to her, my name spilling from her lips in ecstasy.

“Was it okay?” she asks, looking over at me. “I mean, was I okay?”

Christ. She put me in such a trance I haven’t even said anything yet.

I turn my head to the side and shake my head in disbelief. “That was the best sex of my life, Maddie Davis.”

Her brows fly to her hairline. “Seriously?”

I nod. “You’ve set a new bar.”

Rising from the bed, I strip the condom off and walk into the attached bathroom to throw it in the garbage. When I return to the room, I open a dresser drawer and rummage around for clothing we can wear. She still hasn’t said anything, and when I glance over my shoulder, her demeanor has shifted completely.

She notices my concerned expression before she gulps loudly and points to my sheets. There’s a couple of spots of blood on them, but it’s noticeable. “I’m sorry,” she says.

“Why are you apologizing?” I turn to face her with an armful of clothes. “It was your first time. It’s normal for that to happen.”

“I know, but—”

“Here.” I place the bundle of clothes in her arms and jerk my head toward the bathroom. “Take these and go shower. It’ll help if you’re in any discomfort.Areyou in pain?” I help her stand, noticing when she grimaces and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. “Okay, while you shower, I’ll throw the sheets in the wash and grab an ice pack for you.”

“Cam.” Tears pool in her eyes before a smile tugs at her lips. “Thank you. You’re being so sweet, and I know you think you’ll break my heart again, but I mean it when I say I wouldn’t have wanted to lose my virginity to anyone else, and even if this doesn’t work out, I’m not going to regret it. It’s not possible.”

And when she closes the bathroom door behind her, I can’t help but try to swallow past the lump in my throat.

Because things with Maddie just became a lot more serious, and if I had the irrational fear of losing her before?

It’snothingcompared to the crippling anxiety I have now.

Twenty-five

Maddie

The following morning I wake up to an empty bed.

I’m wrapped in sheets that smell of Cameron—a mixture of pine and mint—and the comfort of his scent smothers the spike of adrenaline I have when he’s not here.

He wouldn’t have left me, right?

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