Page 81 of Play Maker

“I, uh … Ava’s ready to go to war with her.”

“I’ll take up arms and join her.” She says this like it’s nothing, but that’s so far from the reality of the situation.

“And I’ll fight in any war you ever face, Lauren, because I am yours in a way that I don’t understand. In reality, I don’t want to, ’cause this”— motion between us then touch my heart—“is here and feels like it always has been.”

“I know.” She places her pretty little hand over her heart. “You get that I’m yours in that same way, too, right?”

“Feel it; I just needed to hear it.” I look down, angry because if any time was perfect to say those words, it was right now. “I can’t tell you I love you until I’m divorced.”

“Then don’t,” she says, fighting back a smile, but those eyes tell the full story. “Doesn’t mean I can’t tell you that?—”

I’m fast, but I never realized I could be this fast.

My lips take hers, and her hands take my face in that way that makes me feel … wanted in the same damn way I’ve only felt with her. The way that if she doesn’t already know, I want her just the same. No, fuck that, more.

Her legs wrap around my hips, and she moans.

I lift her up, pulling her tight against me, giving her what she’s asking for while taking what I need. Her … tasting, devouring, breathing her in, fingers digging into her hot, tight ass as she grips my shoulders and grinds against me.

I don’t even know we’re moving until we have nowhere left to go.

Her back’s against the wall when she breaks our kiss, panting, and grabs my shirt, “I need to feel you.”

Our lips smash together again, but she pulls back too damn quick.

“And I need to taste you.” I drop down to my knees, unbutton her pants, and swiftly yank them and her panties down below her knees and press my mouth to her belly, licking and nibbling my way across from one side to the other.

She whimpers as her hips lift and gyrate in small circles.

“Need one of your legs free,” I say against her soft skin, inhaling her scent—lavender and need.

“I want you inside of me,” she whimpers as we free her left leg.

“Not here.” I lift her leg up and over my shoulder, slipping her soft, wet folds apart with my tongue.

“Kolby,” she breathes out.

I push my hands behind her and squeeze as I dive in, tongue first.

Her hands are in my hair. She’s whimpering like it pains her to stay still.

“Never been so turned on in my entire life as right now.” I lick around her clit and groan as I slide a finger inside her wet heat then out again before I resume feasting on her.

I lick with long, hard strokes of my tongue, then fuck her with it, in and out of her sweet center, as she thrashes her head from side to side, fighting to stay still.

I replace my tongue with my finger, pushing in deep as I watch her war with her pending release. I push a hand up her shirt and squeeze her breast. “Lo, fuck my face.”

“Yeah?” she breathes out in a soft rasp.

“Fuck yeah.”

It starts slow but doesn’t stay that way.

“Your taste is my tonic.” I swipe my tongue across her again, and I don’t stop as her nails dig into my scalp. Yeah, fuck yeah.

Moments later, her legs begin to shake, and I look up, seeing her still holding back. I can’t let that happen.

I slip her tit out of her bra, still fingering her, licking her. When I pinch her nipple and roll it, she comes undone in the sweetest, quietest way.

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