Page 55 of A Game Of Love

“What are you doing?” She laughs as we head towards the bathroom.

“Showering. Gotta get you cleaned up before I get you all dirty again.” My voice is thick with need.

I told her I wanted to spend hours between her legs and to worship her like the queen she is. I wanted to taste her clean skin, not coated in chlorine.

Fuck school. Fuck practice. It’s worth being tired if it means spending the night with my girl, showing her just how fucking wild she makes me.

I hope she knows that once we do this, once we take that step, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands to myself.

She’s feeding a wild beast, and they always come back for more.

Chapter 11

Lillianna

Bishop lowers me down, placing my feet onto the bathroom floor.

My pulse is erratic, heart beating wildly in my chest as I stare up at this sinfully sexy man.

How is he all mine?

His big, calloused hands reach up, cupping my face. I bite my lower lip as I stare up at his rich brown eyes. “Hi,” I whisper, suddenly feeling shy.

The corner of his lips quirk up in a smile. “Hi,il mio cuore,” he murmurs. His thumb brushes against my cheekbone.

I take a shuddering breath, closing my eyes as I lean my cheek into his touch.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and god, I love that he’s checking on me.

“Better than okay.” My eyes flutter open, and I know he can see the desire I have for him shining brightly back.

There's this pressure deep inside me, this growing need for him.

“Don’t go getting all shy on me now, baby girl,” he chuckles. Reaching behind me, he pulls the strap to my bikini, unraveling the knot that’s tying it in place.

The strings hang at my side, the top just barely covering my breasts. My nipples grow tight as my breathing picks up, the anticipation making a mess of my stomach.

He steps closer, forcing my head back to look up at him. His eyes lock onto mine as his hand slowly trails up my bare back. I force down a whimper, swallowing harder.

Fingers brush against my sensitive skin, making goose bumps break out over my body.

With an intense look of hunger, he holds my stare as he reaches for the string that's tied behind my neck, the only thing holding the scrap of fabric in place.

Pulling it free, the top falls from my breasts to the ground. Bishop takes a step forward, pressing my skin against his naked chest.

Moving his hips forward, he grinds his thick erection against my belly, and this time, I don’t hold back my whimper.

A low growl rumbles in his chest, making my arousal drench my swim bottoms.

Still, no words are spoken as the hand near my neck clasps the back of it, his fingers tangling into my hair. My eyes flick between his as he lowers his mouth to mine.

With a hungry growl, he kisses me. Moaning, I part my lips, allowing his tongue in, and it immediately tangles with mine.

My head spins as the kiss grows frantic.

Arms lifting, I wrap them around his neck, fingers grabbing at his hair as I kiss him back just as intensely.

He grunts, grabbing the back of my thighs and lifting me up into his arms.

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