Page 76 of Playmaker

It didn’t take long to get rid of the shirt and tie. Callie’s eyes traced over my chest, so I flexed. The way her eyes widened made me want to do it again, to impress her.

I unbuckled my belt, sliding it slowly through the loops on my pants. She watched closely as I unzipped and let the pants fall. For once, I didn’t care if they wrinkled. This was more important.

There was a little gasp, my cock pressing against my branded underwear. She looked amazing, pupils wide and a flush on her cheeks. She curled one finger to bring me over.

I watched her watch me as I took three steps to the bed. She kept still.

“I’m going to touch you now, okay?”

Her head moved up and down, but she didn’t speak.

I started with her collarbone. My finger moved gently, delicately…a whisper of contact that startled a shiver from her. I traced from freckle to freckle, watching as her chest lifted on each breath before a trembling exhale. The freckles made a path to the strap of her bra, her skin like silk beneath my fingers.

Clear, creamy skin, with those tantalizing freckles that covered all of her body that I could see. Her bra didn’t reveal much, but I traced over the top of the garment, pausing in the middle. I could see the faint raised bumps as her nipples hardened.

I followed the path of her bra around to her other strap, and up toward her neck. A flush moved down her chest, adding a rosy tint to her skin. Had anyone done this to her before? Had she only had quick, negotiated encounters? If so, I was going to ruin her for assholes like that. After me, I wanted her to insist on being treated well.

But I didn’t want to think about that, not now.

As my fingers neared the other side of her neck, I wrapped my hand around it and nudged her forward. Her eyes, which had closed, flashed open. I dipped down to kiss her.

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Callie

I couldn’t focus,flustered and off-balance. Cooper wasn’t keeping to the plan. There was a goal for these things—orgasms, preferably mutual. It wasn’t that difficult to follow the road map. My breasts were always the main attraction, so guys would play with them, I’d go down on them, once in a while someone might go down on me, then penis in vagina and hope for the best.

Cooper wasn’t taking the interstate, but back roads I’d never explored. He was revving me up like his fancy Ferrari and I couldn’t even understand. How the hell had a finger on my neck and shoulder shot heat to my pussy? Like, why had no one told me this was an erogenous zone?

Then he brought me closer, and finally his lips neared mine for a kiss.

My brain scrambled to keep up. Okay, kissing. He was aroused, since what looked to be a good-sized dick was hard in those fancy underpants he was wearing. I braced for that kind of kiss. Hard, fast, possessive. Instead, he brushed my lips with his. Gentle, teasing, and nowhere near enough. I wanted more. I pressed toward him and he retreated, just enough to keep up those soft touches.

I melted, no defenses against tenderness.

He smiled and moved his lips to my cheeks. My temple. Down my nose. I couldn’t help it, a whimper slipped out.

Then along my neck, pressing behind my ear. I almost levitated, only his hand on the back of my neck keeping me close. I shuddered, and needed more. I pulled away, sliding back across the bed. He followed me, grinning, dimples at maximum power. Breathing hard with flushed cheeks, but still, grinning.

No, not going to let him get away with that.He obviously had a shit ton of practice, and I wasn’t in that league, but I had learned: people did to you what they wanted done to them. Cooper gave light kisses and touches around my head and neck, so let’s see how he would respond to that.

I pressed one hand against his chest—skin and hard muscles hot beneath my hands, light enough that he could have easily resisted—and pushed him down on his back. Then I leaned my head down and rubbed my nose against the bottom of his chin. He shifted, breath in my ear, so I licked. From his neck up to his ear, and he groaned.

“Do that again.”

I did, adding a gentle nip. His hand curled into my hair and I let my fingers explore.

It was an awesome chest. Muscled, lightly tanned. He probably never burned, lucky sod. My hands wandered, brushing over his nipples, chasing down his ribs while I kissed and licked my way over to his mouth.

This time there was no gentle brushing. This time his mouth was firm and his tongue pressed past my lips, dueling with mine. This kiss was heat and passion, like in the books Darcy read and I sometimes borrowed. I couldn’t compare it to anything I’d experienced before. It was new and exciting and took me to greater heights of arousal. Alarms rang in the back of my brain, but for once my body was taking the lead.

His hands moved to my bra and released the catch. He slid the straps down as I pushed closer to him. I didn’t realize how much I was hampering his progress until his hands framed my face and he gently broke the kiss.

I leaned back. He hadn’t touched my breasts or my ass or any expected areas, and I was already wet and wanting. My previous lovers had been missing some essential skills.

“Holy fuck.” His eyes were glued to my boobs, now free of the bra I’d been wearing, almost in his face.

I had big breasts. Developed early, and partly because of that, I had a kind of love/hate relationship with them. They were heavy, made running a challenge, and were often in the way. But at times like this? They were powerful. This man, a freaking gift of nature, was staring at them, amazed by them. Moved by them.

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