Page 42 of Play It Sinful

She’s watching me as if she wants to read my mind. I feel exposed. I don’t want her to guess what’s running through my head. I step closer, then drop to my knees and nudge her legs apart. Ashley doesn’t fight me, and her breathing becomes shallow.

“Do you want the honest truth?”

“Of course.”

“You’re consuming my thoughts, and I hate it. I thought that I could fuck you out of my system, but the more I taste you, the more I want you.”

She runs her fingers through my hair, pushing the strands back. “I don’t want to want you either.”

My heart skips a beat, then takes off at supersonic speed. “So we’re in the same boat.”

“It seems that way.”

I want to pull her to me, claim her mouth, and brand her with my tongue, but I fight the impulse. We’ve been running wild, and it hasn’t worked out. “Does that mean you want to keep seeing me?”

She exhales loudly. “I wish I could say no, but hell, I don’t want to say no.” She cups my cheek, and I lean into the caress. “But we need rules.”

“Agree. You start.”

“No fucking around. If you’re in my bed, you aren’t in anyone else’s. I don’t share.”

I fight the urge to grin. “That’s fair. The same goes for you. That also means no flirting with my teammates.”

Her brows arch. “Excuse me? When was I flirting with any of them?”

“At the library. I saw you with Ryder.”

“He walked me to my car because I didn’t have an umbrella on me. That wasn’t flirting.”

I dig my fingers into her hips and drag her closer to me. “I don’t care. You were too close.”

“I’m not your property, Sean. I can talk to whomever I want.”

I narrow my eyes, then I bite her inner thigh, making her gasp. “Talking wasn’t his intention, and you may not be my property, but while we’re doing this—” I lick her clit over her leggings “—your pussy is mine.”

CHAPTER 18

ASHLEY

Your pussy is mine.

The possessive manner in which Sean delivers that line paired with the way he’s looking at me sends chills down my spine. The painkiller I took made me drowsy earlier, but the lethargy is gone. That’s the Sean effect. My heart is beating like a stampede, trying to escape the confines of my chest.

“Is that so?” I breathe out.

His gaze burns into my soul, making the flames in my core soar higher. “Yes, very much so,” he rasps. “Do you wanna take a nap now?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

He runs his hands up my thighs. “Do you want me to stay?”

My heart skips a beat, and I can barely breathe, but I don’t want to appear too eager. “I thought you were starving.”

“Yes, but not for food anymore.” He licks my clit over my leggings again, making me shiver.

I thread my fingers through his hair, then pull at the strands. “If you’re going to eat me out, take off my clothes first.”

His lips curl into a crooked grin. “As you wish.”

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