Page 51 of A Quarterback for Christmas

“I’m trying to memorize every mole and freckle on your body.” I’d gotten about halfway through, thanks to my photographic memory.

“Why?”

“Confession time? I know there’s going to come a moment when you’re going to come to your senses and tell me this needs to stop between us. I want to remember every last inch of you before that happens.”

“I’m not going to ask you to stop.” She leans back on her elbows. “I have a confession, too.” Her knees rock slowly, and with her chin dipped, she licks her lips. “I’ve always liked you, Drew. Even when I hated you, and man, did Ihateyou, I’ve always wanted you, too.”

That’s enough for me. I’m on top of her, kissing the shit out of her before she can take another breath. Her back arches into me, and I clasp onto her thigh, loving the feel of our intertwined bodies.

Bella bites down on my bottom lip, and when she releases it, the smallest grin pulls across her face before our eyes connect.

Digging her sharp nails into my back, she says, “You’re just so fucking hot and infuriating at the same time.”

Wrapping her good leg around my waist, she pushes our pelvises together, and I see the surprise on her face when she feels just how hard my cock is. “Already ready for round two?” she teases, and I growl, unable to talk. Shoving her down onto the bed to lie on top of her, I let her feel just how hard I am for her.

“I want you so bad.” Bella slides her hands under my shorts and drags the fabric down, freeing my hard cock so that it’s resting against the warm skin of her thigh.

“Then let’s do this.” I’m so close to her pussy that I’m already at her entrance when she shifts her hips.

Reluctantly, I pull away. “Wait. Let me get a condom.” She nods, watching me as I take my shirt off and reach to the side table to pluck a foil packet.

Bella snatches the condom out of my hand and rips it open with her teeth. Taking control, she drops her lithe hand between us and rolls the rubber down my dick, and I watch, enjoying the feeling of her hands all over me.

Wrapping her fingers around my base, she squeezes, forcing me to breathe sharply, because I can feel how much she wants this.

“Slow down, B,” I say, putting my hand gently on hers. “I want to enjoy this.”

Her cheeks and chest start to blotch, and she almost looks nervous as I look down on her. An emotion I’ve never seen on Bella’s face before.

I slowly close my eyes because I can already feel my balls tightening just from having her in front of me. This moment hasbeen a forbidden fantasy of mine since I was sixteen, and now it’s coming true.

I throw my head back as she tentatively moves her hand, and I thrust my cock into it just so she knows that she’s doing everything I want her to.

“Drew,” she whispers so quietly, I hardly hear it over my groans.

“Yes?” It’s one of the hardest words I’ve ever had to get out.

“I want you to fuck me.”

She wants to be the death of me. That’s the only explanation.

I don’t answer; instead, I drop my body so my arms are caging her in and kiss her neck, gently nibbling and biting as I go.

“Did you hear me?” she whispers straight into my ear. Her back arches as she tries to get more friction between us.

“I heard you.” Her hand quickens its pace, and I’m almost losing all sense.

“Then what’s your answer?”

“How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You aren’t.” Her nails scrape against my balls, and that’s it. I need some air before I come all over her hand like some inexperienced teenager.

I pull my body up, resting on my haunches as I try to get more blood to my brain and think through this whole thing and its implications.

Bella, seemingly annoyed with this, pouts her bottom lip out and scoots down the bed so her center is right next to my cock.

With a mischievous grin on her face, she starts to rub herself up and down my shaft, coating me in her wetness.

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