Page 43 of Make Your Play

She stares at me for a moment, her eyes moving back and forth from my right to my left as she lets out a soft breath. “You can wash them at my house.” She slowly inches closer to me, stepping into the laundry room until she’s stopping directly in front of me. “I’m sorry for earlier after your game.”

“For what?” I ask her, closing the last bit of distance between us. My hand reaches for the side of her face, brushing a stray lock of hair away before tucking it behind her ear. “You don’t owe me any kind of apology, Ry. I get it.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows, shaking her head at me. “I don’t think you do get it,” she argues, reaching for my torso as she brings her body flush against mine. Her dark hair hangs down her back as she tilts her head up to look at me. “You scare the shit out of me, Nash. You always have.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you’re the one person who can hurt me the worst,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “You make me feel things no one has ever made me feel before. I’m pregnant by someone else, yet you’re the one I keep thinking about.” She lets out a quiet laugh, pulling my face closer to hers. “The only thing I should be worried about is myself and the baby, but fuck it. Fuck it all.”

She takes me by surprise as she lifts up onto her tiptoes and her mouth crashes into mine.

I meet her without hesitation, my lips seeking hers with desperation and urgency. Her hands fist my shirt, attempting to pull me closer as I grip her. I need to feel her closer. I need to just fucking feel her. My hands drop down to her waist and she breaks away as I move to lift her.

“What are you doing?” she says in a rush, her eyes searching mine with concern and shock. “You can’t lift me.”

I immediately stop. “Am I hurting you? Should I not?”

Her eyebrows pull together and she shakes her head as embarrassment consumes her expression. “No. I’m too heavy. I don’t want to hurtyou.”

I scoff, a groan rumbling in my throat as it turns into a growl. “You are not too heavy, Riley,” I grumble, bending my knees as I grip her waist and lift her into the air. Her eyes are glued to mine, her breath escaping her in a rush as I set her down on the dryer.

“I’ve gained more weight than I thought with the baby and with the swelling…”

I narrow my eyes on hers, not mad at her, but not happy with the way she’s talking about herself. “Riley, I’m going to need you to stop.” I push her knees apart, stepping in between her legs as I pull her to the edge of the dryer, so her center is flush against me. I slide my hand through her soft locks, gripping the back of her head as I tilt her chin upward. “You are fucking beautiful. There isn’t a single fucking thing wrong with you and I never want to hear that negative self-talk again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she breathes, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she nods.

Instinctively, I lean forward, my mouth seeking hers as I grab her lip with my teeth, pulling it free from her own grip. “I’m the only one who gets to bite your lip, mama,” I murmur against her lips.

“Do it again,” she half moans, her hands fisting the material of my shirt by my shoulders.

A groan vibrates in my chest and I nip at her bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth as I bite down gently. My teeth dig into her flesh, leaving crescent shapes as I pull away. My tongue darts out and I run it over the marks I left on her.

If only she knew the mark she already left on me.

Suddenly all thought, all hesitation, and every single fucking inhibition is gone. My hands roam across her body as my mouth crashes into her. What started out as gentle and tender quickly becomes rushed and urgent. She grinds against me, her nails biting my skin as she kisses me deeper. Our tongues are tangled together and her hands grab mine, pushing them beneath her shirt.

I don’t hesitate as I push up the hem, feeling her soft, warm skin beneath my fingertips. As I move them farther up her torso, they brush against the underside of her bra. Riley moves againstme and I slide my hands around her back, unhooking the clasp before I move back to the front of her body.

My hands slide over her breasts, cupping them as I run the pad of my thumbs over her erect nipples. Riley moans into my mouth and I swallow the sounds, storing them in my brain for a later date. My lips trail away from hers, along her jaw before I begin to move along the side of her neck. I pinch her nipples, rolling the tips between my fingers.

“Tell me what really happened the other day in the bathroom, Riley.”

Her throat moves as she swallows hard. “I told you what happened.”

“You told me a lie, love. Give me the truth and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

“And what is it that you think I need?” she breathes before inhaling sharply as I push her shirt up to her collarbones. My mouth inches closer to her breasts and I run my tongue over her nipple.

“You need someone to make you come.”

Riley sucks in another breath just as I pull her nipple into my mouth. “I was thinking about you.”

Her nipple leaves my mouth with a pop sound as I lift my head to meet her heated gaze. “Thinking about me in what way?”

“In this way.” She pauses, letting out a soft sigh. “My hormones have been crazy and I was imaging you in the bath with me.”

My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “In your fantasy, did I make you come?”

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