Page 15 of Perfect Playbook

I want to fucking praise her till the end of the earth; her touch is divine. “I’m on fucking fire. You want to keep touching me like that?”

I need to know.

“Mmm-hmm…” she mewls and pumps harder.

With her every movement, my breath becomes more ragged. “You know exactly how to touch me…” I groan, my voice not even my own. “Do you want me to touch you? Do you want my hands between your legs,pastelito?”

Her gaze is deep and all-consuming. And her words… unexpected.

“I have a condom.”

Just like that, the dizzying world stops turning. I stop writhing. I stop fucking breathing. We stare at one another as her strokes become slower and slower until she stops butkeeps her hand down the front of my jeans, and her tiny fingers wrapped around my cock.

Her confidence fades, her words are exposed and tender. “I’m ready.”

At that, I drop my body to her side. As if it’s a cue, she pulls her hand out of my pants and lays it on my hip. Instant dejection slaps her across the face. It’s not what I mean her to feel but I can’t…wecan’t keep going without talking.

I trace her jawline and drop my forehead to her hair and breathe in her vanilla sugar scent. “Shay, you don’t have to have sex with me just because I asked you to be my girlfriend. I need you to know that… I’ll wait till you’re ready.”

She traces the shell of my ear with her finger. “I want to, Logan. I didn’t just decide tonight.” The soft light of the lamp casts romantic shadows like those of a sunset all over her features.

“Are you sure?” I smooth my hand over that beautiful curve on the side of her hip.

“Never been more sure.” She smirks. “My hand down your pants was a cordial invitation.”

I mean for my laugh to be more subtle than it is, less throaty and a lot less dark, but fuck me if I can stay composed knowing what’s about to happen.

I kiss her lips and stare in her eyes, where I find something that’s never been there before and may never be there again. I never want to forget the way she looks right now.

Shay’s skin is soft as powder under my fingertips as I slide my hands up her shirt and behind her back to unclasp her bra. Her breath hitches when I do, anticipation mounts, and I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her perfume and the faint scent of her body heat. Feeling her breast, firm, full, nipple tight, pointy. My shaft surges painfully against my zipper.

She pulls her shirt off, exposing herself and the breasts I only dreamed of before. I pepper kisses down her neck in a trail leading to her stiff peaks and suck one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around.

“Mmm. That’s so good, Logan…” Her hands slide down the ridges of my hips, and she tugs at the waistline of my pants, urging me to take them off. “I want to feel you, too.”

I sit up and rip off my shirt. Instantly, her hands are on my abs. She feels up and down my torso until I lie back down and connect us skin to skin for the very first time. Her breasts push against me, her fingernails gently scratch my back, and my skin explodes with tiny fireworks everywhere it touches her.

I gently bite her neck, my teeth scraping her perfect skin and she arches her back, her body making more connection with mine.

“Lose the pants, Hunter…”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice, and I take hers down along with mine, aligning our two bodies for the very first time. I already felt connected to Shay without this.Withthis? I’m fucking done.

I part her pussy lips, she’s already soaked. I circle my fingers around her nub, and she sucks her teeth. I open my eyes again to find hers closed, her lids squeezed so tightly together they crinkle along with her eyebrows.

“You like that?”

“So much.” She chokes out her words. “I want you inside me.”

Her impatience brings out the devil in me, and the corner of my mouth lifts. There’s no way I’m doing that before she comes. I dip my fingers inside her tight, textured insides and start to wonder how much it will hurt. I don’t want to hurt her.

She spreads her legs wider to give me better access, and I smooth my fingers around her clit. It grows harder and harder. Following the lead of her breath, my movements become firmer and faster until she bites her lip and releases a whimper, pulsing under my touch.

She whispers, more to herself than to me. “Oh God, Logan… shit…” she can’t string together a sentence but manages to reach her hand out, eyes still firmly shuttered. She taps the bedside table. “Condom.”

It’s the only thing in her nightstand apart from a book and some hand cream. There are three. I tear one off and roll it on. By now, she stares at my dick and worry tangles with desire.

“I’ll be gentle…” I notch my cock at her entrance. With both hands braced on either side of her, I sink in, inch by inch… slowly, carefully. I take my time, clenching my biceps until they almost shake not to put any more pressure inside her than I have to.

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