Page 38 of Love Game

“Most definitely.”

He murmured the affirmation into her skin, kissing his way along her jaw, then nipping gently at her lobe. Her pulse throbbed against his lips. He laved it with his tongue, relishing the staccato effect he seemed to be having on her heartbeat. Her back was smooth and warm under his palm. He fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her head back enough to recapture her mouth. But the blitz he’d planned met no resistance, a fact that both thrilled and disappointed him.

A perverse part of him wanted her to make him work for it a bit. Hell, he’d probably even beg, if that’s what it would take. But the lady was willing. Not just willing but eager, if the frantic tugs at his shirttails were any indication. He came up for air, gasping and groaning as she pushed both hands up under his shirt.

“Nuh-uh.” He took a full step back, hanging on to the hem of her sweater while he disentangled his other hand. “You’ve seen me. Been all over me. It’s my turn.”

He whisked the thin knit up over her head. She laughed as she brushed her hair from her face. A full-bodied, hot rush of a laugh that shot straight to his groin.

“Not much to see here.”

She cast a disparaging glance at her breasts, obviously thinking there was something lacking in the high, subtle swells encased in lace-edged satin. Proving she was cracked. He’d seen dozens of sets of tits in his life, and he could honestly attest that hers were perfect. Definitely not the biggest, but they suited her long, lithe body to a T.

“Good thing you’re not a ref. Your vision is crap.”

He dipped his head to nuzzle the shallow valley between her breasts. His hands slid down to cradle the curve of her ass. She gasped, and her nails bit into his shoulders when he claimed her nipple, but he didn’t mind the little stabs of pain. He marked the pale-blue fabric with wet, open-mouthed kisses. The satin heated, but the taut tip only hardened more. He pulled her deeper, suckling hard through the thin barrier as he groped for the zipper on her skirt. When he came up empty, Danny pulled back with a frustrated growl and straightened to his full height.

Her cheeks were flushed, the hectic color making her eyes glow gold. A hot blade of lust sliced through him. If her clothes didn’t disappear soon, he couldn’t be responsible for their safety. Eyes locked on hers, he raised his hands in surrender.

“Take it off or I tear it off.”

She blinked once, then glanced down. “The bra or the skirt?”

“All of it. Now.”

A sly smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, but she nodded toward him as she crooked an arm around her back. “Why don’t we just go ahead and get rid of everything? That way neither of us runs the risk of…fumbling.”

He snorted softly but reached for the collar on his shirt without hesitation. “I don’t fumble.”

Jerking the logoed polo over his head, he sent it sailing in the same direction as her sweater. Her bra fell at his feet. He fought the urge to drop to his knees when she reached for a tiny tab at the side of that sexy skirt.

“Part of me wants you to leave that on,” he confessed, going to work on his belt.

“Too tight. We’d never get it over my thighs.”

She shimmied the snug skirt down to her ankles, revealing lightly tanned stretches of curved, firm muscle. A faint tan line ran low across the tops of her thighs, and tiny white scars dotted the spots where surgeons had scoped her knee. A longer, puckered scar marked the end of her stellar playing career.

“Not very pretty,” she said.

Danny jerked, realizing that he’d frozen with his pants halfway down his hips. Giving them a shove, he let the weight of his belt carry them to the floor. “There you go, being wrong again.” He waved a hand at the scar that ran from groin to knee. Her gaze dropped to his crotch instead, and his dick strained against his boxer briefs, anxious to make a good impression. “We can compare war stories later, but right now, there are more pressing matters.”

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Figuring she was too far gone to turn back now, Kate stripped out of her panties and watched in fascination as Danny shed the remainder of his clothes. Anxious with anticipation, she stifled the urge to cover herself as he made quick, if clumsy, work of his shoes and socks. But the second he stood in front of her as bare and aroused as she was, all nervousness fled. He opened his arms—a simple, probably meaningless gesture, but one she appreciated nonetheless.

She stepped into the circle of his arms and sighed when he pulled her flush against him. The enticing length of his erection nudged her belly. Crisp, curling chest hair teased her nipples into aching points. She slid one hand over his broad shoulder and cupped the side of his neck. His pulse pounded against the pad of her thumb. Drawn to its siren song, she pressed her lips to the spot and simply stood there, absorbing the sure, steady beat.

When she felt grounded enough, she raised her mouth to speak directly into his ear. “It’s been a while for me.” He groaned low and rough, and she ghosted kisses along the line of his jaw. “I’d ask you to be gentle, but I don’t think that’s what either of us really want.”

“No.” His answer popped out, but then he shook his head as if befuddled by what she was saying. “Yes.”

He slid one hand up her back as she caught his lobe between her teeth and bit. Hard. His palm cradled the back of her head, making it clear he didn’t want her to stop. She traced the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue and reveled in the shiver that shuddered through him.

“Both. All,” he amended.

Kate smiled when he tipped his head away and pressed his body into hers. Smoothing her hands over the tight swells of his butt, she pulled him closer still. “I bought condoms.” She scraped the shadow of his beard with her teeth, and if she wasn’t mistaken, his knees buckled just a little. Emboldened, she snaked a hand between them and trailed her fingertips down the stripe of silky, black hair that bisected his abs, stopping short of his straining cock. “We both know how important it is to have reliable equipment.”

His hand tightened in her hair, and he urged her head up. His lips were parted and wet, his eyes dark as the midnight sky. She could have sworn she saw him clench his teeth. Dark brows lowered, and his mouth turned down in a fierce scowl. “Play fair.”

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