Page 59 of Playoff
“Deciding what I want to do first.” His voice was deep, sending goose bumps over my skin. My completely covered skin.
“Do I get a say in that?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re welcome to make suggestions.”
“I’d suggest naked.”
“Oh, that’s definitely happening. Eventually.”
I pouted. Who was this? I wasn’t the kind of person who pushed or pouted. “I want to see you, now.”
“Patience is a virtue.”
“They weren’t talking about getting naked when they said that.”
He smiled but didn’t answer. Just took the single step needed to climb onto the bed beside me. “Let’s start here.” He picked up my foot and peeled off my sock. “Happy now?” he asked.
I kicked out at him. “No.”
He set my bare foot down and reached for the other one.
“Aren’t we in a hurry?” I asked
“Some things are worth taking time.”
And he did. After my socks were gone and he stretched out beside me, I thought we were finally getting somewhere. He moved to my sweater. Pulling it over my head, he ran his hands over the newly exposed skin. Slowly. His hands were big and callused, the friction on my skin raising more goose bumps. I was one big goose bump by this point. I squirmed, needing more, but he wouldn’t hurry.
Then he slid his lips over my skin. Softly, sometimes gently nipping, holding my wrists when I tried to move him along. My nerves lit up, fireflies buzzing in my veins.
He reached the waistband of my jeans and I shivered, relieved that something more was on hand. He flicked open the button, then looked up at me smugly before pulling the zipper down with his teeth.
With his teeth! I’d never had anyone try that before, and I lay back, shocked and quiet.
Then his mouth slipped. “Fuck!” he swore. “That hurts.”
I pushed up on my elbows again. “Are you okay?”
He dropped his head onto the bed between my legs, my jeans unfortunately still on. “I slipped and caught my lip.”
I bit back a giggle. “Does that happen often?”
He lifted his eyes to meet my gaze. “I’ve never tried it before.”
I struggled not to laugh. “I’ve never had anyone try that either. And I definitely haven’t tried it myself.” A snort snuck out of my closed mouth. Then the laughter started.
He dropped his head again while I found some self-control and stopped giggling. His shoulders were shaking.
“I hope you’re laughing and not crying.” If I’d made someone cry while we were having sex… When he raised his head, grinning, I let out a relieved breath.
“I swear I can be smooth. I don’t know why the hell I thought I could do that.”
“I would have been impressed if you’d pulled it off.”
He lifted himself up. “Why don’t we just get naked and then we can do the good stuff without any smooth moves.”
“Because that was smooth,” I teased.
Something like a growl came from him as he grabbed my waistband and tugged. Perfectly willing, I lifted my hips and the denim slid down over my ass…and stopped. I looked down and dropped back on the bed.
