Page 58 of Lethal Game

“What’s wrong?” he asked. When she ducked her head, he moved closer until he could tilt her chin up.

She made eye contact and what he saw in her gaze made his stomach clench. She washurting. “Sophia?”

“I need you.” The pain in her voice stabbed him in the gut.

“What’s wrong with that?” He was happy to give her whatever she needed. More than happy.

“I don’t know any of the rules. I thought we’d talk about it this morning, but there wasn’t time, and now I’m scared I’m going to mess things up.”

“First off, the only rules there are, are the ones we agree on. What happens between us in private is just that, private.” He kissed her, a slow slide that had him hungry for more. He gazed down into her big eyes and asked, “What do you want?”

“My brain won’t shut off, and it’s driving me crazy.” She looked at him like he was the only man who mattered in her world. “You fried my circuits last night. Do it again?”

Holy fuck.

He wanted to give her what she wanted. Sex. Hot, sweaty, dirty sex, but she was a fuckingvirgin. Despite their no-strings agreement, she deserved a man who’d be there for her. Not a guy who wanted to walk into the first righteous battle he could find and never walk out.

There were other ways to blow her mind besides full-on sex.

“When you listened to me and Eugene talking about oral sex, did you like what you heard?”

She licked her lips and nodded. “All I could think about was your head between my legs and what your mouth would feel like on m—”

Her bald confession lit him up and he was kissing her before she finished saying the last word.

Settle down, asshole, You’re going to scare her.

Eager hands wrapped around his shoulders as she leaned into him and moaned.

Or not.

He hauled her closer, one hand at the base of her back, so he could rub his erection against her belly.

She shuddered and groaned into his mouth, kissing him back just as fiercely.

He moved the hand cradling the back of her neck under her pajama top. All he felt was smooth, soft skin.

“I want your nipples in my mouth,” he said, hardly recognizing the ragged voice coming out of him as his own.

The noise that came out of her was sharp, urgent, and needy.

“I’m going to strip your top off you and suck your nipples until you scream.”

“Con,” she moaned. “Stop talking and do it.”

He kissed her again, his hands pushing her top up and over her breasts. God, they were pretty, with berry-red nipples he couldn’t wait to taste.

Bruises were scattered across her torso and arms, making him pause. No, he wasn’t going to let what those assholes did sour this for her.

He cupped her with both hands. They filled his palm and then some.

She gasped and stumbled back.

He caught her with one arm, the other hand molding the breast it cradled. Her top got in the way, so he pulled it over her head and off.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the swell of her flesh, the dusky areolas or her nipples, hardened with arousal.

“Connor?” Her question sounded frustrated and impatient.

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