Page 46 of Love Game

Kate pressed a deliberate kiss to his hip bone, then blessed the hollow of his pelvis with another. “I did well, huh, Coach?”

Laughter bubbled up from somewhere near his toes. Untangling his fingers from her hair, he grasped her arms and dragged her up to meet him face-to-face. “You did very well,” he said gruffly. He kissed her hard and deep, tasting himself on her lips and tongue. “But remember, practice makes perfect.”

She yelped when he grabbed her waist and hauled her up, but it turned into a giggle. She straddled his chest and glanced down at him, confused. He gave another tug, urging her to climb higher. It took only a second for his intent to sink in. A pink flush crept up her neck as her hands came to rest on his biceps. He resisted the urge to flex harder when she gave them an appreciative squeeze.

One arched brow rose. “Up there?”

He nodded and slid his hands down to cup her ass. Parting the muscular curves, he trailed his fingers along the crevice until he grazed her wet folds. “I’m going to lick and suck you just like you did me. I want to watch you come.” He flashed a wicked smile. “I’m more than happy to let you come out on top in the bedroom.”

She laughed as her knees sank into the pillow. Her weight shifted the filling enough to lift his head higher. Thanking God for whichever science covered volume and displacement, he stared, transfixed by the vision hovering above him. Her pussy was a mouthwatering shade of pink he’d swear he’d never seen anywhere else in nature. The lips swollen, dark curls glistening with desire. He barely gave her enough time to wrap her hands around the rail of the headboard before he pulled her down onto his face, burying his nose in her folds. He thrust his tongue into her, hungry for the tang of her arousal.

Kate gasped and then moaned, her hips circling in a silent plea that screamed yes-more-please. The tips of his fingers dug into her ass. He held her firm against his mouth, fucking her with an eagerness he hadn’t felt in years.

He’d always enjoyed eating pussy but never considered it essential to his own pleasure. Until now. He circled her clit, then thrust again, desperate to consume her. And Christ, how she responded. Undulating against him, grinding against lips, teeth, and tongue. She was every bit as greedy for him as he was to give it to her.

She tossed her head back, her arms locking as she gripped the headboard. He sucked gently on the hypersensitive flesh at her apex and used his fingers to tease her swollen folds until she spread her knees even wider. Her soft, desperate mewls of excitement and frustration drove him. He slid a single finger into her slick channel but withdrew before she could fully engage.

“Dammit, Danny,” she ground out.

He chuckled, nuzzling the impossibly soft skin on the inside of her thigh. “That’s right, cuss me. You know I’m perverse. The more lip you give me, the more determined I am to fuck you every way I can.”

His lips closed around her clit, employing gentle but persistent suction to distract her as he slipped a finger into her again. This time, he gave her two hard pumps, then pulled out and applied the slightest hint of pressure to the tight pucker of her anus.

“Oh!”

He slipped another finger into her pussy. “Now, you tell me, Kate. Is this what you want?”

“God yes.”

He pressed the wet digit into her ass but made it only as far as the first knuckle when she began to unravel. Eyes wide open, he watched her. There couldn’t be anything sexier than Kate Snyder in the throes. The woman gave nothing less than one hundred and ten percent. Her head thrown back in abandon. The creamy skin of her throat exposed and vulnerable. She was incredible. Bucking against him, fucking his mouth and fingers, taking what she needed from him and giving him…everything.

She moaned her release to the ceiling, her arms straight and locked, and the posts of the headboard banging against the wall. Her skin glowed in the low light. Flushed and dewy with sweat, she was as ripe as a fresh peach. For the first time in his life, he thought he might understand the world’s fascination with vampires. And maybe fruitarians. Either way, he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into her.

The second the last shudder ran through her, she pressed up on the headboard and jerked away from him. He grunted, bewildered by her abrupt withdrawal. Her whimpers and pants whispered through the room. Her pink pussy remained suspended above him but frustratingly out of reach. He tried to pull her back down, but she resisted, shaking her head in emphatic refusal.

“Sorry. Sorry.” She panted the words, breathless but heartfelt. The mattress dipped, and he bounced slightly when she threw herself onto the bed beside him. “Sometimes…too sensitive just after,” she managed at last, shooting him an apologetic glance.

Relieved that she wasn’t rejecting him outright, he reached for the limp hand she waved between them and grabbed her wrist. Contact was contact, and his need to keep touching her while she came down was almost overwhelming. He pulled her arm over and kissed the tender skin at the base of her palm. “I get you.”

“You do, don’t you?”

“I think so. I think you might get me too.”

She drew three more deep breaths. He could feel the throb of her pulse slowing. “This is bad,” she whispered at last.

His heart lurched, but he took a moment to get his synapses in line. “I thought it was pretty damn good, but if you’re thinking we can up our game, I’m willing to try again.” He forced a weak smile. “You might have to give me about thirty minutes though. I’m not twenty anymore.”

To his relief, Kate chuckled and turned onto her side to face him, considerately curling her arm so he could maintain his hold on her. “I may need more than thirty after that.”

He knew he was about to tread close to fishing, but he couldn’t hold back. “Because it was so bad?”

“Because it was so good.” She blinked, solemn as an owl. “Contrary to popular opinion and against all principles of common sense, I like you, Danny. And that’s bad.”

“It’s good,” he argued.

“You know what I mean. This thing…” She reached over and stroked his chest with a lazy casualness that made his heart turn over. “We’re not supposed to be able to stand each other, much less this.”

She added the last with a stern glare that was obviously supposed to drive the point home but instead sent him into Kate-induced a-fib.

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