Page 112 of Face Off
“I’m not yours, Maverick,” she says, andfuck me, I love when she say calls me that.
“You’re not? Who made you come last night?” I ask, and my grip tightens around her. “Whose name did you say this morning when I had my fingers inside of you? Kind of sounds like you might be mine, Red.”
She lifts her chin and I turn my head to look down at her. Some of the makeup around her eyes is smudged from the warm temperature in here, but she’s so goddamn beautiful.
“What if I asked you to touch me?” Her voice is low, and my dick throbs in my jeans. “Would you do that?”
“Yeah,” I say roughly. I move my hand up her thigh, and her feet press against mine to widen her legs. “I’d give you anything you want. Even if you don’t ask for it.”
Her mouth pulls into a smile. It’s half wicked, half dangerous. The good kind of trouble I keep finding myself falling into, again and again.
“For a hockey player, you don’t have a lot of rhythm on the dance floor,” she says over the noise, and I bury my face in her neck.
Her skin is hot, and I can smell traces of her soap. It’s the hint of summer and the edge of ecstasy. I inhale because I’m a fucking goner, and I drop a kiss right above her collarbone.
“Because I’m too busy trying to hide my boner in the middle of the dance floor,” I say.
“It’s a good thing it’s dark, then.” Her shoulders shake with laughter. “I didn’t know this kind of music turned you on.”
“Not the music.” I drag my hand higher, and my pinky brushes against her underwear. I want to find out what color it is tonight.“You.”
“I’m right here.” Her hand folds over mine. “Maybe you should do something about it.”
I’ve never touched someone in public.
Not like this.
But something about Emerson makes me want to be irresponsible.
My heart races at the thought of being caught. I brush my thumb over the front of the lace under her dress, and she gasps.
“You like that?” I ask. “I know you like when I get right into it, but do you like to be teased too?”
“Yes.” She exhales, and her chest rises and falls. “Only when you do it, though.”
I crowd her space and nearly fold my body over hers so no one can see her. So no one can watch me move the wet fabric aside and run two fingers over her entrance. “Fucking hell, Emmy. You’re already drenched.”
Emerson hisses. She arches her back into my chest, and she wraps an arm around my neck to keep me in place.
I want to laugh, because she’s out of her mind if she thinks I’m going anywhere else besides deep inside her tight pussy.
“You like when I call you that, don’t you?” I say into her ear. Her breathing turns rough, and she gives me a quick nod.
“Yes.” She grips the ends of my hair, trying to hold onto something steady. “Yes, I do.”
“Emmy.” I rub my thumb against her clit, and her moan hovers between us. “My sweet Emmy girl…” I slide one finger inside her at the same time I run my free hand up her neck. My thumb strokes over the pulse point in her throat, and she grinds into me. “…who loves when I fuck her cunt in front of everyone. The whole team could see us. Maybe I’ll make them watch so they know you’re mine.”
“Maverick,” she whines. “I need more. Please.”
“Two?” I ask, and when she nods, I work a second finger in her. “Deep breath, baby. You can take it, can’t you?”
“Of course I can take it. I take your cock, don’t I?” she challenges, and I laugh.
“You might be my favorite person in the world.”
A bead of sweat rolls down her cheek, and I lick it away. Every inch of her skin turns red, and I blow on her neck to keep her cool.
Emerson closes her eyes. She’s using me—I’m here for her pleasure and her pleasure only, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
