Page 78 of The Playbook

“Because it’s not the best one.”

“Itisthe best because it’s the damn first. That makes it automatically the best.” I shrugged at him, enjoying the look of disbelief on his face.

“You’re crazy. I like that.” He leaned in and pecked my lips. “But you’re wrong about that movie. It’s not the best.”

“You asked aboutmyfavorite, not the best.”

“Same thing,” he said, grinning at me as he rolled onto his side and moved onto his elbow to stare at me. His eyes glittered with amusement, making my stomach flutter.

“What about your favorite book?”

“Great Expectations,” I said immediately.

He raised his brows at me. “I wouldn’t have thought that. OK. How about your favorite band?”

“Oh, wow. That’s actually a hard one. Um, Lyrical Odyssey, I guess. Dawson’s voice is just so. . .” I fanned myself, making him roll his eyes but maintain his grin. “What’s yours?”

“I don’t have one. I like to listen to way too much music to pick one. I think it’s probably mood dependent too. Favorite sport?”

“Um. . .golf.”

“What the hell?” He snorted. “You’re not serious."

I grinned at him. “I’m not. I don’t really have one, but football is becoming a fast favorite.”

He smiled back at me and reached out, brushing his fingers through my hair. “I like that you’re beginning to like it.”

“Yeah?” I asked as he leaned closer, my heart thudding hard.

“Mhm.” He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me, his hand cradling my face.

“You look so fucking good in my jersey,” he whispered against my lips between kisses.

“Maybe I’ll wear it on Friday for you,” I said, threading my fingers through his dark hair.

He responded by hauling me against his body, his hand wandering up my thigh before cupping my ass. I exhaled against his lips and then dove in for more, deciding in that moment I really liked the way he touched me.

“I want to taste you,” he said, moving away and skimming his lips along my jaw then nipping at my earlobe. “If you’ll let me. Tell me no, and I’ll stop.”

My breath lodged in my chest as he pushed my onto my back and eased down my body until his face was between my legs, his gaze locked on mine. Tentatively, he reached out and pushed the jersey up. He reached for my panties. Instead of stopping him, I swallowed and shifted so he could remove them. He did so, dropping them to the floor. His handsome face beamed up at me, making me let out a shaky breath.

“You’re really fucking beautiful, Gracie,” he said before pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. He ran a finger up my damp heat, making me tremble with nerves.

“It’s OK,” he murmured as I started to close my legs. Gently, he pushed them apart, his lips skimming the sensitive skin between them. “I’ll take care of you.” And with those words, he swept his tongue up my slit, making me whimper.

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he repeated softly.

I swallowed and nodded before his tongue swept up my heat once more, this time burrowing through folds and finding the achy, hot bundle of nerves. The moment his warm tongue hit it, I let out a gasp which made him dive in deeper. His finger pushed into my heat.

With every suck and lick, my body trembled harder. With each slow, deliberate piston of his finger into my depths, I bit back a moan. He rubbed against my heat so well, I felt like he was scratching an itch I hadn’t even known I had. And his expert tongue on my clit made me see stars.

“Logan,” I choked out as heat grew low in my belly.

His answer was to work me faster until waves of euphoria crashed around me. I spasmed around his finger as he continued his onslaught on my clit, drawing every last bit of pleasure from my body until I was a boneless heap in his bed.

When he was done, he pressed a kiss over my swollen, damp lips before wiping his mouth, a triumphant look on his face.

He moved and lay beside me, giving me a sweet smile that did something funny to my insides. Deciding I really wanted this, I sat up and straddled his waist, all the bravery I had in my body trembling as his hands gripped my hips, freezing me in place.

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