Page 53 of Scoring the Player
Speaking of lethal—his head game.
Best I’ve ever had.
Mhm.
I’d be lying if I said that him sliding into the car didn’t flood my thoughts with questions like—Did he change his mind about us? Is this really happening?What’s changed for him? Was I right about us? Does he feel it too?
As soon as he got out of the car, I wanted to throw him over my shoulder, skip the elevator, and fly up all seventeen floors, but I’m glad I stopped to think and ask questions to figure out where his mind’s at.
I can feel there is more here—not just sex—but he seems afraid. Fear I can handle. I meant what I said about not rushing in to tear down his walls as long as I feel like there’s a chance and there’s something there between both of us.
He shudders as my fingers delve under his sweatshirt, the color in his eyes dissolving into dark-speckled orbs.
I nip the edge of his jaw as I pull on the hem, rolling it over his head, then pull down his sweatpants.
He reaches for me, and I intertwine our fingers and kiss each letter of “Disquiet” inked across his knuckles, then lean down and get the one on his upper arm of the boy leashed to a cloaked figure that’s captioned with “What’s death to the damned?”And the one on his lower arm that reads “Got?”with an image ofa molecule I only recognize as serotonin because I looked it up years back.
I clasp his handsabove his head and return to nipping the corner of his jaw. He moans, and I lean down. Before my lips touch his—that are almost the same plum color as his nipples—he’s already opening for me.
Mmm.
Instead of slamming my mouth against his like I want, my tongue traces across his lips. I pull back as he tries to deepen the kiss and grin at his whimper, dotting each corner of his mouth with a kiss. I trail down to his Adam’s apple, grazing my teeth across the swell. His head dips back, offering me the full sweep of his long neck.
Damn.
He’s so good.
I ignore the offering and lick down the center of his chest. He wrestles with one of my hands and groans as he’s overpowered.
I work his nipple between my lips and lap at the soft flesh, resisting the urge to pinch it between my teeth.
Turns out Blue isn’t quiet at all.
The sounds he’s making have me lengthening between my legs again. His leg raises, and his shin rubs against my erection.
“Be good,” I croak.
His obedience makes me crawl back up to his face and feast on his tongue. The kiss is hard and rough, and with his hands restrained, he’s powerless to do anything but open wide and take it.
Or so I thought.
He bites down hard on my lower lip. My hand wraps around his throat, trapping his moan.
I catch his hand just as it rises from the mattress. “Stay,” I order as I travel down his body. He lifts his ass as I peel off his briefs.
“Damn,” I rasp, taking in the curve of his cock that rises under my gaze.
I dip down and lick the pre-cum pooling on his stomach, eliciting a hiss as my tongue catches the tip of his dick.
I spread his legs, then pepper kisses down the inside of his thigh, sucking the taut skin into my mouth.
“Uh-uh,” I warn him as his hand lifts again.
He glares at me, but his hand returns to the bed.
Beautiful.
His legs tremble as I take turns kissing and nibbling down the inside of his leg.
