Page 40 of The Playmaker
His strong hands grasp the small of my waist, then my hips. I feel him push me into the coat check area, past the desk, and into a closet. The smell of wool and leather greets me as we brush past coats of all types. He closes the door and locks it.
When he looks at me, it's pure desire with a splash of worship. God, the things he could do to me...
"Take me," I say.
"Strip for me," he murmurs. I hear his pants hit the floor, then the sound of a condom wrapper.
I free my breasts and he growls again, lower this time. I reach for his sheathed length to feel the hardness of him butrelease him as his soft lips latch onto a nipple, twirling his tongue around my hard peak.
I gasp and moan, hands in his hair, feeling him push my dress up. His finger finds my wet core and I moan in a high pitch that is far too wanton to be my own. But it is. I'm already losing myself in him. In this.
He kisses up to my lips and nips at my lower lip. Then, I'm in his arms, lifted as if I weigh no more than a feather.
He looks me deep in the eyes as his head teases my ready entrance.
He slides into me, the act made even more intimate with the way he is looking at me. This isn't just sex anymore—it's something deeper, something that terrifies me even as it thrills me.
"So wet, so tight for me," he murmurs.
I press my lips against his, opening my mouth to connect with him in every way possible.
And when he starts to thrust, my breasts bouncing up and down against his muscled pecs, I see stars from the intensity.
My body wants him, even as my mind knows better. There's no way this could work out long term. He has his secrets—Riley, the carefully constructed public image, the walls he's built to protect what matters to him. And I have mine—the story I'm not writing, the professional boundaries I'm obliterating, the trust issues I've never fully resolved.
I close my eyes and surrender to here, to now, to what is. But not to what could be.
Even as something inside me whispers that maybe, just maybe, there could be more.
CHAPTER 18
JAX
God, I love the feel of her. A silken vise. The sensations of her walls clutching onto my girth sends me to the edge far too fast. I hold her in my arms, hands under her smooth ass, sliding in and out of her faster and faster.
Her nipples are hard, her breasts devastatingly full and soft. Every inch of her skin calls to me. She's my drug, the only woman I want.
The realization rips my orgasm through me unplanned this soon, but so good. She cries out as her release coats my length all the way to its base.
"Fuck, yes," I groan, instantly claiming her lips and holding her tight, still in her, in no rush to pull out.
Our breathing slows and she moves in my arms. Reluctantly, I set her down. I find a trash can while she straightens her dress. She picks up my pants and hands them to me, a little smile on her lips.
She watches as I pull my pants on, but then her hands are on me, buckling my belt with too much finger action than is strictly needed brushing against my still sensitive cock.
I'm lost in her. She's smart. Sassy. Doesn't chase me orwant me for all the wrong reasons. She has her own career, her own life, goals, and dreams. She's fearless. She's sexy and soft, too.
She's…
Then, the words fly out of my mouth before I think it through, but I mean every one of them, "Avery, I like you. And…I think we should date."
I know as I say it that I want it—her,this—more than even I realized. I feel my heart soaring as I wait for what I think will be a huge emotional reaction. I don't know what I expect, joy, happiness…heck, I'd settle for anything but what she says. I see it coming, that shadow flitting across her sex-glazed eyes.
"Oh," she says, suddenly finding an urgent need to identify her stole from the many wraps hanging around us. I see a subtle flush of pink crawl up her neck. Nerves?
"I mean," I start to hedge, still earnestly wanting her to fall into my arms in ecstasy.
"No, it's okay. It's good. All good," she stumbles over her words, yanking a pretty little stole off a hanger and clutching it to herself like it's a saber that will end whatever madness has overtaken my mind.
