Page 80 of Perfect Playbook

Chapter Twenty-Six

Her skin buzzes,her nipples stand tall, but it’s part fear, part desire. I know Shay better than she thinks I do. She let me take her clothes off, slide my tongue inside her mouth and even unbutton my pants. Though I’ve kept my cock covered, it pushes out the top indecently. I’m so hard my heart beats in my shaft. And this goddess is spread out like a goddamn buffet.

It was tempting to keep pleasing her, to make her feel good and see if she stops me. I could have kept touching her exactly how I know she likes it, and likely, neither of us would have stopped this momentum.

I’ve wanted to be buried in Shay again sinceI woke up in Vegas. And the way her body responds right now, the way she’s all edgy and annoyed with me all the time, tells me she’s not any less sexually tense being around me than I am around her.

At any point, she could stop me, but if we keep going, if I dive inside her and feel her pussy wrapped warm around me, I can’t let myself wonder for weeks to come if this was some lapse in judgment for her. If this is some one-off mistake. If this is just relenting to physical attraction which is still so overwhelming, the mere sight of her makes me weep. No, the wonder would destroy me, and I’m certain there would be no coming back from it.

I’d be a shell of a man.

This is far from an accident for me. It’s reckless, perhaps, but one hundred percent deliberate. I need her to know what I’m asking when I pull down her panties and lap her up like the starving man I’ve been.

I’m asking to be chosen.

Her onyx eyes are wide, her rosy lips parted, her voluptuous breasts heave. This is a big deal for her as it is for me. It could be the end of the potential friendship we’ve begun. It could be the end ofmeforever. This woman has the power to be my complete undoing. If I hardly lived through the aftermath of our college breakup, how will I survive her now in all she’s become?

I gaze at her one last time, and it’s painful to see the hesitation in her eyes. I hate that my playboy charade has filled her with disgust, and if she lets me, I’ll tear down that idol one brick at a time. I wish I could have her certainty, her trust… I wish she’d say yes before I even start down her sweet skin. But that’s not Shay. It’s never been her way. She’d never come to me first, but that worked between us because God knows I love the chase.

Our gaze connects almost tangibly. Her eyes flutter shut. I soak in her beauty again, remarking on how time has changed her for the better, something I couldn’t have imagined possible. Her tummy is soft and womanly, covered with signs of her making a miracle inside it. I can’t help myself from tracing her marks lovingly before lowering myself over her. This woman is magic.

Licking the column of Shay’s throat and taking in the sugar rush along with her silky skin is enough to do a man in, even without the racing nerves of her stopping me at any given point. Shay will say no if she wants to, and I’m giving her plenty of time to reconsider what I’m about to do to her.

Her jaw clenches, and I just know it, inside that gorgeous head of hers is a clusterfuck as big as mine, but I dare myself onward, down between her breasts. I lick off the frosting, slowly, until she’s clean in every spot, and ravaging her tawny skin beneath becomes a new temptation. I make slow progress, appreciating every single time she allows my tongue to trace down with my intentions.

When I reach her breasts, her dusky nipples are peaked, and I rub my cock into her thigh at the sight. It’s painful, my dick is stretched to the limit, ready to burst right through my goddamn boxers, but still, I won’t hurry. I allow every sensation to become a memory—the feel of her full breast in my hand, the way her nipple tightens ever harder when I bite it between my teeth. All of it. They’re all new memories etched in my mind forever, because I know all too well I might need them.

I suck her nipple along with a generous portion of flesh into my mouth and devour her, and she mewls. She raises and circles her hips against my abdomen, writhing with pleasure. Fingernails scratch trails in my back…

It takes all my strength not to rip her soaked pantiesoff and tell her how it’s going to be, not to drop my face between her legs and breathe in that womanly musk only found between her legs… cotton candy and lust.

My words roll heavy over her skin. “You smell like you want me… so wet for me…”

Her body says she’s mine, but I need the rest. I need her mind. Her soul… I need that fuckingyesto leave her panting lips and to know, for absolute certain, she chooses this.

I am two more licks from the waist of her panties.

Lick.

This woman is everything.

Lick.

I have to have her.

Lick.

I kiss her core through her moist panties. She’s swollen under the fabric, her pussy lips are puffy. Just when I think I’ve made it, she drops my name like a bomb.

“Logan?” Her voice is husky.

“Mmm,” I hum against her panties, rubbing the tip of my nose along the subtle crease. My dick fills painfully being so close to her. I sink my fingers into the flesh of her thighs, bracing myself for her answer.

My lungs are two boulders in my chest. All my optimism evaporates. Will she say we can’t? Will she stop me from diving headfirst into us all over again?

She squirms her core, writhes it around my nose, deliberately making contact.

“Logan, I…”

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