Page 40 of Love Game

She laughed but didn’t loosen her hold on him.

He smiled down at her, understanding softening his expression. “We’re going to take a page from your playbook. It’s your turn to let the things unfold.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, but his gaze never wavered. “I promise you can be on top next time.”

She held out for a handful of heartbeats, then whispered, “Okay, but I’ve got next.”

Danny wandered his way down her body, perversely avoiding her breasts but sending delicious ripples of sensation through her as he staked claim on each newly uncharted erogenous area he uncovered. Who knew her navel was so ticklish? She would have bet on her ribs, but no. She only moaned and writhed when he outlined them with the tip of his tongue. God, she loved the bit of suction he used when he covered her stomach with hot, wet kisses. By the time he nuzzled the undersides of her breasts, she lay beneath him as tight as an overtaxed hamstring but as loose as a shooter with a hot hand.

Her fingers slid through his hair, toying with the waves as he tormented her. He had a scar at his hairline. She wanted to ask him about it, but he chose that exact moment to close his mouth over her nipple. She arched her back, bowing into the pain-tinged pleasure as his teeth rasped the pebbled flesh. She collapsed, panting, her eyes locked on the ceiling when he pressed her back down with the flat of his tongue. His hands were everywhere—grasping her hips, stroking her leg, cupping her breasts as if he’d found the holy grail instead of a couple of wannabe B-cups.

“Christ, Kate.”

He ground the words out as he released her other nipple, having subjected it to the same delicious torment as its twin. His hips jerked, his cock massaging a streak of hot, sticky pre-come into her thigh.

“I have to taste you.”

With that, he abandoned all pretense of smooth moves and steady seduction. Cool air teased her wet nipple into a painful point. She pressed her palm to her breast to either soothe or smother it, her eyes fixed on the man slithering down her body. Broad shoulders spread her thighs wide. He looked up. The stark longing in his eyes made her pulse race.

“Yes?” he asked, his voice rough as sandpaper.

“God yes,” she answered in a rush.

He slid one blunt fingertip through her wet folds, then plunged into her.

“Oh!”

Her hips rose in a valiant bid to meet each glorious stroke. Then his hot mouth closed over her clit, and all hell broke loose. She moaned. Oh God, she moaned loud enough to make him chuckle against her hypersensitive pussy, sending another paroxysm of pleasure pulsing through her. She moaned so loud the neighbors probably heard her. He circled the demanding bundle with a laziness that boasted his intention to do nothing more all night long if he wanted. Thankfully, he had more tricks up his nonexistent sleeve.

He drew her clit into his mouth, alternately sucking and teasing the tender flesh with his tongue while he started to fuck her with that singularly inadequate finger. Kate gripped his hair, tugging at the soft strands, then digging her nails into his scalp. She circled her hips, shamelessly fucking him back, desperate to grab the release hovering just out of her grasp. Then the bastard withdrew his hand.

“Please. No.”

He ignored her broken protests. She almost wept when he raised his head, a wicked grin stretching his wide, wet mouth. “Oh, I’m not quitting, Coach.”

Danny lowered his head again, opened his mouth wide, and closed it over her. His damp fingertips teased the crevice of her ass. She planted her feet and pressed up, offering herself to him without apology. In this moment, the tables had turned. She was open, vulnerable to him in every way, just as he’d been to her in the shower room, and she gave herself over to it. He thrust his tongue into her once, twice, then pulled back to apply the most mind-bending suction she’d ever experienced.

She came hard and fast, in waves of sensation almost too intense to be called pleasurable. They rocked through her, one riding the heels of the other, relentless and irrepressible. Not that she wanted to hold them back. She didn’t want them to stop. Not now. Not ever.

Certainly not when Danny pushed back to rest on his heels, a self-satisfied smile crinkling his eyes and cutting the most enticing grooves around his mouth. He waggled his brows a bit, but she was too wrung out to muster more than a weak smile. Chuckling and obviously riding high on his accomplishments, the man of the hour rose onto his knees between her legs. His cock jutted straight out from a thatch of ink-black curls, thick and heavy, the swollen head taut and slick with need.

“Score’s tied.”

She was still trying to make sense of his raspy declaration when he pitched forward, catching himself on his hands so he wouldn’t crush her beneath his weight. His blue eyes shone with victory. The white of his teeth was nearly blinding.

Needing to gain a little ground, she retaliated with a smile of her own, then cocked her head to take him all in. “Tied?”

“We’re both up one.” He gave his hips a meaningful twitch and looked deep into her eyes. “Looks like we’re heading into overtime. You ready, Coach?”

The challenging light in his eyes was all the spark she needed. Reaching up, she grabbed a fistful of silver-shot dark hair and pulled him down. They kissed deeply, lingering as they shared the taste of the pleasure he’d given her. When they broke apart at last, they were both breathless.

Opening her eyes, Kate waited until he swam into focus. She pressed a fingertip to his damp upper lip, tracing the bow of it as if she were pondering his question very thoroughly, even though she’d known her answer the minute he asked.

“Danny?” She spoke his name in a whisper so soft and sultry he tensed like a pointer on the hunt. Then she smiled, letting it unfurl slowly. “I was born ready.”

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Good Lord, she was hot. He was glad she couldn’t see his eyes roll back in his head when he reached for the nightstand drawer. He had to jiggle it to get it to open. An action that resulted in an immediate reaction from Kate and even more eye rolling on his part, but the drawer slid open with a heavy thunk. Danny groped in the depths, expecting to find a box of condoms, perhaps a pad of paper and a pen, reading glasses or a book—the sorts of things he might find in his own. He didn’t expect to wrap his fingers around a disconcertingly thick hunk of silicone.

Rearing back, he came up on his knees with an eight-inch rubber dick in a shade of purple he was pretty sure would be indicative of heart failure. “What the—” He goggled at the dildo, then shifted his gaze to the woman pinned beneath him. “Whoa.”

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