Page 32 of Playing the Field
‘Only in the footballing sense.’
He sighs. ‘Some of the girls they picture me with are people I’ve never even spoken to who’ve just asked for a photo, but life’s too short to waste my time trying to correct all the stories. A few have been genuine dates, but others were set-ups by Millford’s PR team. I think their hope is that one day I’ll like one of them enough to get more settled. But they’ve never asked me whatImight be looking for in a relationship.’
‘What are you looking for?’
‘Someone who I get on really well with,’ he says. ‘Not someone who’s just motivated by money and sex. Someone whose ambition isn’t just “being famous”, who’s interesting and funny and passionate about what they do.’
I’m just about to say this doesn’t sound like too much to ask for when he adds, ‘Someone like you, I guess.’
My heart flutters as our eyes meet. It doesn’t sound like he thinks the other night was a mistake, but until I’m a hundred per cent sure I’m still hesitant to admit he’s ticking a lot of my boxes too. Deciding there’s only way to find out, I tell him I definitely don’t care about the money or fame. ‘But the sex...’
There. I’ve put it out there. I hold my breath as he reaches behind him and puts the spoon that was in his hand down on the counter.
‘Remember what happened last time you distracted me while I was cooking?’ he asks, a smile creeping on to his lips.
I smile back at him, feeling bolder now. ‘Don’t curries taste better if you leave them to simmer?’
He takes a step towards me. ‘Are you trying to lead me astray?’
I tilt my head up towards his, a challenge in my eyes. ‘I might be.’
We’re inches apart now. ‘What happened to wanting a Roy Keane tackle more than to be seen with me?’ he asks.
‘No one has to know,’ I remind him.
He tucks his hand behind my neck and brushes his lips against mine in a way that makes my insides go gooey.
‘I was trying to be good,’ he murmurs, reaching behind him again to turn off the hot plates. ‘And go about this the right way.’
I wrap my arms round his waist. ‘Didn’t we do being good on Saturday?’
His smile gets even wider and I finally get the kiss I wanted.
This time there are no kitchen emergencies to interrupt us and I do get to feel his hands on every part of my body. He caresses my buttocks through my playsuit and gradually trails his fingers up to my breasts. I can’t stop a soft moan escaping from my lips as he gives a light squeeze that hardens my nipples. Pressing against him, I can feel him stirring in his shorts and it’s a thrill to finally feel confident that he’s as into me as I am him.
At some point we move to the sofa, where he tips me back against the cushions and lowers himself onto me. He nuzzles my neck as I curl my legs around his, then finds my mouth with his again as I slip my hands under his T-shirt.
I don’t know how much time passes like that, but I feel like I could kiss him forever. And when he shifts his weight to the side of me to free one of his hands up, he makes me smile mid-kiss as he starts caressing my breasts again.
‘You like that,’ he whispers. I nod my head,oh yes.
And I like it even more when he discovers my playsuit is loose enough at the top for him to be able to push the material to one side, exposing my bra. He circles my nipple through the lace with his thumb, then pushes that aside too and cranes his neck to take my nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and sucking gently.
My body tingles as I watch, and the tingles intensify as he lets his hand drift down to my waistband, where it lingers tantalisingly. I reach down and guide it lower, and he starts a slow, circling massage that makes me so aroused I can’t help but push my hips towards his.
He explores the bottom of my playsuit but realises there isn’t an easy way to get underneath, and for a moment I think he’s just going to stop what he’s doing, but in the time it takes me to think,Please keep going, he’s sat up, drawn me upright and is helping me wriggle free of it.
With only my bra still in place, he pushes me gently back against the cushions and spreads my knees wider so he can bring his head down between them. My body trembles as his tongue strokes against me and I push my hands into his hair, my breath growing ragged as he teases my clit.
‘That feels so good,’ I murmur breathlessly as I teeter on the edge. When he pushes a finger inside me, my body arches in ecstasy.
‘Are you ready?’ he whispers against my skin.
A frantic nod. My God am I ready.
He moves his tongue back to my clit and flutters faster than ever, seeking out my G-spot as he pushes another finger deep inside me. My grip tightens on the sofa as he takes me closer and closer to orgasm until suddenly I lose control, my body jerking and juddering as it tears through me.
He doesn’t withdraw his hand or mouth though, stretching out my climax until I have to beg him to stop. ‘Please, I can’t take any more,’ I finally manage to gasp, feeling light-headed and panting heavily. I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed as hard as this.
