Page 82 of In It to Win It

“Damn right I am.” He lowers me so my feet rest on the rug in his bedroom.

I’ve been in here, when I left his laundry. Just in and out. Okay, being perfectly honest, I stood and stared at his huge bed, imagining him in it, naked, wondering what it would be like to be in that bed with him . . . like that night at the hotel . . .

Now I’m here, in his room with him, and I’m the object of his rapt attention, his hands moving over me, his eyes studying me,devouringme. He frames my face with his big hands and I melt inside. “So long,” he whispers, kissing my softly. “Wanted this for so long.”

“I thought you hated me.” I slide my hands around his torso, feeling the power in his big body.

“Yeah?” His mouth grazes mine again. “Maybe I did, a bit. Because you left.” Another kiss. “And you were with someone else.” Another stroke of his lips on mine. “And then you were with someoneelse. . . and you wanted to be friends . . . and thatpissed me off.” His mouth opens on mine, hot and hard, and I soften against him, my bones liquefying. I grip his ribs and succumb to the pull of danger and possibility and lust.

Our mouths are fused, tongues sliding. I want more, more . . . all of him.

“I don’t want to be fucking friends,” he gasps long moments later.

I smile at how that sounds. “You don’t want to be friends who fuck?”

“Ha. Not what I meant. At all.” His hands close around the bottom of my sweater, a big, loose turtleneck. He drags it up and over my head. I lift my arms to help and his eyes burn into my skin as he surveys me in front of him in jeans and a black lace bralette.

“This.” He strokes his index finger down the center of my chest. “I remember this. Can’t stop thinking about this.” He cups my breasts and bends his head to kiss the side of my neck. Sizzles slide down my skin, heat pooling low inside me. “So damn beautiful.”

Air burns in my lungs as my eyes fall closed, heat suffusing me. His big, callused hands move over my skin, leaving a trail of sparks, over my ribs and my stomach, around to my back, then down to grip my ass through my jeans.

I find his shirt buttons and work them open one by one, panting as he caresses and kisses me. Finally they’re all open, and I part the shirt so I can get my hands on his chest. “I rememberthis,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss one pec.

His hand curls around the back of my skull and I keep kissing my way over sleek, hot skin, pushing his shirt back off his shoulders. Then I go to work on his pants, unbuttoning, unzipping . . .

“Hold on, Sunshine.”

My heart flutters at his name for me.

“Take off your jeans.”

I shimmy out of the tight denim, aware of his heated gaze on me. I stand before him wearing the bralette and a black lace thong.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, standing to shuck his jeans. “Turn around.”

Slowly, I pivot, glancing over my shoulder.

“That ass.” Now naked, he moves up behind me and palms my butt cheeks. “Perfect.” He squeezes. “I remember this ass . . .” He lays a kiss between my shoulder blades, his lips warm. His hands dip lower, between my thighs. “This pussy . . . I remember how you taste . . .”

My legs tremble and he lifts me, turning me toward the bed, then bends me forward so my front is on the mattress. He nudges my legs apart with his knee and his fingers continue their exploration between my legs, petting me, stroking me, sliding through wetness, grazing over my clit and making my body shudder hard. “So wet. That’s hot.”

I make a strangled noise into the duvet on his bed. My insides clench hard. I need more of his touch . . . I need to come.

He bends over me and bestows a string of slow, open-mouthed kisses up my spine. He sweeps my hair out of the way and ends at my nape, using his teeth lightly in a claiming love bite that sends shivers of delight down my back. A moan trickles from my lips, my eyes closed against the barrage of sensations.

“You smell amazing,” he murmurs near my ear. “God, I just want to consume you.”

A thrill races through me. “Do it.”

His hands grip my ass, then he gives one cheek a little smack. Shock reverberates through me, but my pussy gets even wetter. “Everyone thinks you’re such a sweet, nice girl.”

“Th-they do?”

“Yeah.” He swats my other cheek and heat flashes inside me. “Everly warned me away from you.”

“What?” I push up on my elbows and turn to look at him over my shoulder.

His big hand lands on the center of my back and pushes me down. “She thinks I’m not good enough for you. She’s probably right. But goddamn, I want you.”

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