Page 15 of Playing for Keeps
“You know this will get us both in trouble.”
My gaze lowered to his chest as I stepped up to him, my palms placed flat against his toned abs. I lifted my eyes to his, paused momentarily, and answered. “Good.”
CHAPTER 15
HANNAH
We arrived at his penthouse with our focus on one thing, each other. We moved past the garage attendant to the elevator without so much as a word; his hand gripped mine. We stood next to one another, our attention fixed on the two young men who looked at us, expressions of interest plastered on their faces. Who was she? I imagined it was the question that rolled through their mind, though at that moment, it didn’t matter. The doors closed when, suddenly, he released my hand and shifted his stance in front of me. His hands grabbed at my waist, with a hard push against the smooth, cool wall, his body pressed against mine. His mouth found mine with hunger, as if he couldn’t wait another second to taste my lip gloss.
With each ding of each floor we passed, my excitement grew; he had stolen my breath with his dominance. I closed my eyes, gripped his biceps as his fingers worked at the top of my pants. Was this going to happen right there? The thrill of being caught, the eagerness of his movements, and my body's reaction were set ablaze. That ache between my thighs shot through me when the tips of his fingers separated my folds, running over my clit, I let out a moan of pure bliss. He moved with a masterfulmovement, bringing my knees to buckle. The dings slowly faded into the background; his already engorged manhood felt against my thigh. I couldn’t wait anymore; I had to touch him, nothing else mattered.
The doors opened, and Cameron, with his lust-filled gaze, lifted to mine. He removed his hand from me and stepped back, my body feeling unsteady with his absence. He took my hand, pulled me from the elevator, and with a quick step, we moved to his front door. When we stepped in, my own desires took control, gripping his hand, I stopped his movements. Cameron turned and looked into my eyes, the curl from the corner of his lips formed a grin I would remember for the rest of my life. He was like a drug; one I wanted to give myself to fully. He closed the gap between us, his palms moved to the side of my neck, and in that moment, it felt as though all the air was sucked from the room. With a heavy gasp, I waited only a second before his lips collided with mine once again.
Piece by piece, our clothing left a trail toward his bedroom. Our kiss stopped suddenly. I pushed him back to the bed, looking at him, lying propped up on his elbows, in only his boxer briefs. He was gorgeous, an actual work of art. I stepped back from the bed, nervous, as I reached behind my body and unclipped my bra. With a pause, I lowered my arms, allowing the material to fall to my feet. The chill in the air brought my nipples to a hard point; his gaze lingered on me. I ran my hands down my curves, slid my fingers under the hem of my panties with a short delay before lowering them. I stood before him vulnerable, shivering as his eyes scanned over my bare body.
Then he touched me.
His hands glided around my waist, his mouth against my stomach. My body instantly erupted in fire, my breath hitched. I was no longer afraid.
Everything changed in that second. Cameron pulled me to him, flipping me to my back in the center of his large bed. The eagerness had faded, replaced with sensual caresses and kisses along my skin. His hands worked gently down my sides as he lowered his kisses downward. I’d been with men before, but never had one felt the way he did. He took me to a place of pure bliss, a world of its own. He continued his descent when he lifted only momentarily before lowering his head between my soaked thighs. I arched my back; my fingers closed to a grip of his hair as he devoured me with his skillful tongue.
Cameron never stopped, my hips with a slow lift as he caused a shockwave to explode from my body with my orgasm. My body convulsed against him, his lips offering me a single kiss along my thighs before he lifted over me. My palms rested along the side of his face; our gazes locked with one another. He lowered his hand between our bodies and pushed down the only material that was between us. I tried to control my breathing, my heartbeat, and regain a sense of being, though I was unable before I felt his massive cock move into me with a smooth glide. I squeezed his ass, feeling the muscles flex with each thrust he made. My thighs parted wider, his body falling further between, him moving deeper inside.
His body felt heavy over me, his head lowered next to mine. I could hear the heaviness of his breathing. He pumped his pelvis with a merciless rhythm, my body responding with a tremble. I pushed my nails into his sides, hearing him grunt. He pushed me closer to an explosion, and I begged him to move harder, faster, to which he responded in full. My walls clenched around him when I could no longer hold back and let out a scream of pleasurable release. Cameron never slowed; he never stopped his domination of my body. When I heard a groan against my ear, I felt him slam himself into me with a hard thrust. I knew hehad reached his climax, feeling him pulsate transcended me to a world of euphoria.
It was a night unlike any I had ever dreamed of. To feel him again, have him hold me, kiss me, take me in every possible way. There were no second thoughts or questions, while we connected with such passion. Everything felt right, as if with Cameron was where I was supposed to have been all my life. I embraced being there with him without worry of someone walking in or a phone call ruining the moment. We didn’t rush our time together, me becoming trapped under his touch, blissfully wishing it would never end. It felt as though it was our actual first time, truly connected and bonded.
Lying naked under his sheet, my body pressed against him, my head on his chest, my palm flat against his stomach, his hand cupped around my shoulder, holding me secure. I closed my eyes, ensuring this moment was etched in my memory forever. It scared me how attached I had become to him so quickly, no matter how hard I fought against it. Not just because love terrified me, the idea of getting hurt, but because of what came with being linked to a player romantically. Could I handle it? There were still so many questions to be asked, yet my heart didn’t care.
I knew my father would be angry, but what could he do to me? Nothing. It was Cameron who risked everything being with me. What did this all mean to him? Was he willing to risk being benched for a side piece? Lifting slightly, I brought my gaze to his as he looked down at me. He smiled at me, that relaxed glow on his face, causing my lips to curl into a soft smile. I was happy at that moment, with nothing being said, until my mind did what it always did. My fears and self-doubt loud, I lowered my gaze from his and rested my head back on his chest.
“What’s wrong?” His question caused me to close my eyes, trying to find the courage to ask him. I listened to his heart andhis breathing, and asked myself if I could live in the moment, enjoy the time he gave me, and be happy. “Hannah.” He said my name, his fingers a light brush along my arm.
“I’m just scared,” I revealed softly.
“Of what? Your father?”
His question wasn’t without merit, but it wasn’t the reason for my fear. I lifted once more; my palm pressed against his chest as our gazes connected. “What does this all mean?”
“You mean us?” He asked, his palm stopped at the small side of my back.
I nodded in reply to his question.
I waited for his answer, fearing it would be just fun as a mistress. Hiding from the public, my father and his girlfriend. I knew we would have to keep our relationship, whatever it was, secret, but would it be enough? Could I share him now? His pause caused my gaze to lower from his, ready to tell him I understood when he lifted and rolled me to my back, his body slightly over me. My hands fell to his hips, his right hand raised as his fingers brushed along the side of my face with a deep stare.
“I’m hoping this is the beginning of something, real. More.” I felt a wave of emotions flood through me with his declaration. Was I dreaming? I lifted my hands around his head, pulling him down to me, our lips connecting with a passionate kiss. It didn’t matter if it was a dream. I was with him, and he was with me. No matter how long it lasted, in that moment, we were together, it was heaven. He lifted his body over mine, falling between my parted thighs, my fingers rubbing through the back of his hair, our lips breaking apart with a gasp, leaving my lips as he rolled inside me.
My eyes opened to the bright sunlight shining through the large windows of Cameron’s bedroom, rolling over to my side, ready to find him sleeping, only to find it empty. Lifting slightly,I saw a handwritten note on his pillow, smiling as I read his scribble out loud.
“Went for a quick run. Make yourself at home. Coffee is in the kitchen. Cameron.”
Placing the paper down on the end table, I wrapped my arms around his pillow and took in his scent, settling into his bed. I wished I could make his place home, the thought making me giggle to myself.
I hated that I had to get up, playing with the idea that I could stay naked in his bed and wait for him to come back. It was where I wanted to stay forever, already hating the feeling of him not being there with me, rolling my eyes at how girly I was thinking. Acting like the type of girl I would have made fun of. I forced myself from the bed, moving to the large window, and I stood in my birthday suit, confidently, looking at the cityscape that stretched out before me. I could get used to this. With a smile, I gathered my panties and shirt from the floor and pulled them on before I moved from his room.
I hadn’t been able to take in the penthouse the night before; our attention was directed straight to the bedroom. Grabbing my phone from the floor next to the couch, I prepared to call Marty and tell her where I was, though my attention was pulled to the beauty of everything around me. Rubbing my fingers along the smooth glass table behind the couch, I smiled, looking at the pictures placed throughout the large room. He and his brother, a couple I assumed was his father, and another woman who had to be his mother. It was a glance into his life I hadn’t gotten to see from my Google search.
Placing my phone on the table, I moved along the back of the large main room, glancing out at the city once more, whenmy attention shifted to a picture hanging by the window. It was her again, but a younger version. My heart sank. She was not an ex, not if he still had her picture hanging in his home. How long have they been together? Before he was a football star? I stepped in front of the photograph and took in their pose, his arm around her waist, her head resting on his shoulder. I knew then, I couldn’t do this, no matter how strongly I felt about him. I couldn’t share him.
