Page 78 of Roughing the Player
Chapter 20
Brock
I’M STARVING,NOT FOR FOOD BUT FOR HER. The scent of her skin, as always, makes me want to devour her whole. I have to stop myself from attacking Ellie like the beast I am. But I’m still fully dressed while she’s almost naked. And something has to be done about this.
“Should I undress you?” she asks, her eyes luminous.
“Do you want to undress me?”
“Very much.”
“Okay.” Even though I’ll suffer the tortures of the damned with her hands on me.
She slides her hands underneath the tuxedo’s jacket. I end up helping her since it’s a tight fit.
“Rented or yours?”
“What do you think?”
She cocks her head to the side as she considers her answer. “Rented. I didn’t see a tuxedo when I put away your clothes in the condo.”
“Wrong.” I brush a thin line of hair from her lips. “I had it custom made. I didn’t want to wear a rented suit on my wedding day.”
“But you’ll never wear it again.” Her eyes narrow. “Unless you’re planning to get married again?”
“No. Once is more than enough for me.” She has no idea she’s my one and only.
“So, why?”
“Because today’s special, and I wanted to wear a suit especially made for the occasion.”
The vest comes off next. Her dainty hands attack the seed pearl buttons, and they roll off their holes one by one. By the time she gets to the lowest one, I’m hard enough to pound nails. “Hurry.”
“Why? You took your time.”
“Because I’m hard as stone, sweet girl.” I promised myself I’d keep my hands off her while she completed this task. But I don’t think I can.
She peeks up at me through smoky lashes. “Patience is a virtue.”
“Of which I have none.” I lean forward, nibble her neck. But she pushes me back to slide off the vest.
The bow comes off easily. For a second, she dangles it from her fingers before she tosses it . . . somewhere.
The shirt studs come off at a glacial pace.
“You’re killing me, Ellie.”
“You’ll survive.”
Once the last one is gone, she slides her hands beneath my shirt. When her cool touch comes into contact with my hot skin, I hiss out a breath.
She yanks down the shirt trapping my arms and bares my chest. With an impish look in her eyes, she wets her index finger with her tongue and circles my right nipple.
“You’re playing with fire.” My voice’s pure gravel, but I can’t help it.
“I know.” She stands on her tiptoes and circles her tongue around one nipple. While her fingers tease the other.
I snake a hand around her nape and bend down to suck her tongue into my mouth, nibble at her lips, bite down. My hand wanders down to her sweet breasts. But she pushes me back again. “I’m not done.”
