Page 21 of Playmaker

That’s fine. I’ll just put on the charm like I always do.

“You’re shy,” I note. “Is this your first time doing this?”

Is that a sharpinhaleI hear?

The girl doesn’t speak, and I swear it’s another thirty seconds before she puts a hand on my chest. I don’t know why she isn’t speaking, but oddly it’shotterthis way. My cock seems to like it, and since he’s been out of commission as of late for reasons I’d rather not dwell on, I’ll gladly take what I can get if he’s excited.

“You can take it off if you prefer,” I say, relaxing my head back against the closet. Even though our time is dwindling, she takes her time running her fingers over every indent between my abs. It’s as if she knows exactly where each one lies beneath my shirt.

I’m growing impatient, but I hold still until she completes her examination and finally tugs the shirt over my head, leaving my chest exposed.

The second her fingers land on my bare skin, my body is on fire for her.

Every section she touches feelshot.

Sohot.

Since she seems to like exploring my body, I explore hers. I start at her waist, testing to see how far she’ll allow me to go. Just at the mere touch of my fingers on her stomach, she bucks her hips toward me, already ready. She’s incredibly responsive, and that makes mycockincredibly happy.

She’s curvy in all the right places. As I trail inch by inch underneath her shirt I hear her breathing become more intense. Quicker. Unsteady. She’s practically panting when I reach what I’m looking for, and as soon as my hand wraps around an—obscenely—overly developed breast, I feel her nipple hard and erect against her bra.

Christ.

Who the hell is this?

I’m too turned-on to care. I’ll discover her identity when the timer comes to an end and the people outside rip this closet door open.

For now, it’s a secret, and it’shot.

I lean in to close the distance between us, mere inches from her face when it finally hits me.

Vanilla.

Sweet, raw hunger fills my veins as I recognize the all-too-familiar scent. My hand is cupping her breast, my other squeezing her hip, and suddenly, everything makes sense. The reason she isn’t speaking. Why my cock is raging hard.

It’s Maddie.

Ohfuck.

Testing my theory even further, I reach up to brush a strand of hair away from her face, unsurprised when a ringlet wraps around my fingers.

I should stop this.

I should pull our blindfolds off and walk right out of this closet.

But this is the perfect excuse. Itechnicallydon’t know it’s her. If Ethan finds out, I’ll just tell him we unknowingly got paired up for this stupid game, which is the truth. He can’t get pissed at me if I didn’t know I’d be kissing his sister, right?

Everything has led up to this moment, and suddenly, all the practice I’ve had seems nonexistent. The girl in my arms isn’t just any girl. She’sMaddie, my very first crush. The girl I almost kissed, something I’ve regretted changing my mind about ever since.

This is my chance to correct that mistake, and even though it could be the biggest error I’ll ever make, she’s right in front of me, and that damn scent of vanilla is as intoxicating as ever.

When her fingers land on my chest again, searching and teasing, I inwardly groan and send a silent apology for the sin I’m about to make.

I do something really fucking stupid and kiss the living hell out of her, and as soon as I do, I wish I hadn’t.

Her lips are soft, and meld perfectly with mine. I’m trying hard to keep it slow, but I’ve waitedyearsfor this. I’ve waited so long to kiss her that I don’t know what to do with myself. Rationality is gone. My gentlemanly nature is out the window. If this is the only kiss I’ll share with her, I sure as hell want to make it worthwhile.

Dipping my tongue into her mouth, I get a soft little moan in response. My cock thickens against my jeans, nearly bursting at the seams to be released. I’m hard as a rock pressed against her. Never in my life have I been concerned about coming in my pants, but tonight may unlock a new fear.

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