Page 127 of Tempting the Player
“What ever will we do with so much privacy?” I walk my fingers along the band of his shorts.
“I don’t know.” He eliminates the space between us and wraps an arm around my lower back with his hand palming my ass. “I guess we could grab something to eat, maybe watch a little TV.”
He nods absently toward the living room where the TV is on ESPN, but his heated gaze stays on me. His fingers slip under the hem of my dress and tease the back of my thigh. He’s warm and sweaty and a delicious ache starts in my core.
“That sounds fun,” I say, a little breathy. He’s been treating me so carefully since I got out of the hospital, which was sweet, but damn, I missed this.
“Or...” As his word trails off, he lifts me onto the counter and steps between my legs. His rough hands drag up them, pushing my dress up around my hips. “I could just eat your sweet pussy instead.”
My skin flushes from his words. Hendrick’s mouth crashes down on mine and his fingers dig into my skin.
I’m dizzy with happiness and need. I’m safe and I am cherished. Now I want to be ravished. Widening my legs, I pull him closer and lock my knees tight to keep him there.
“You always smell like coconut and vanilla,” he murmurs as he kisses down the column of my neck. Hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses.
“It’s my perfume.”
“It makes me hard.Youmake me so hard.” His lips roam down my chest, over the cotton fabric of my dress, and then lower.
Wasting no time, he drags my panties down my legs and then shoves them in his shorts pocket.
He hooks an arm around one leg and guides me gently back onto the counter, where I’m splayed out for him. I prop myself up so I can watch as his mouth covers my sensitive flesh.
His hazel eyes stay locked on mine as he flicks his tongue over my clit. His grip on my legs is tight, holding me in place as my body jolts with pleasure.
It doesn’t take long at all for him to have me on the brink of my first orgasm. I want to hold out, but he sucks hard as he shoves two fingers inside of me and I can’t stop it. I fall back, no longer able to hold myself up. He moves fast, shoving his shorts down and filling me.
We stopped using condoms since I told him I’m on the pill and, wow. I had no idea it would make things between us that much hotter. He thrusts in hard and fast, pounding me against the kitchen counter. The only sounds in the house are our pants and groans and the quiet TV in the background.
I’m drunk on lust, eyes heavy and limbs shaky. Hendrick’s hand comes up to rest lightly against my throat. He uses his thumb to tip my chin down. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. See what you do to me?”
I stare at our bodies where he continues to push into me, then up to his dark hazel eyes. “You’re my undoing,” he says. “You fucking own me.”
My next orgasm rips through me without warning. Hendrick smashes his mouth down on mine and shudders through his own release. He thinks I own him, but he has it backward. I’m his. Every piece of me.
I gasp for air as he presses one more soft kiss to my lips and then pulls away. He tucks himself away and then helps me sit up. I’m sticky with sweat and sex.
“Probably shouldn’t tell Knox we did it on his cooking prep surface.”
Hendrick laughs. I can’t get enough of that light, happy sound. “No, we probably shouldn’t, but since he’s not here, wanna try out the couch next?”
Before I can answer, the front door opens.
“Later,” I tell him as I hop down. Because with him, I want to try everything.
* * *
The next morning, I’m getting ready for school when Hendrick comes into the bedroom and laughs. My stuff is everywhere. I’ve sort of taken over his room.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
He sets my coffee on the nightstand and drops a kiss on my lips.
“You know, I don’t really need to stay here anymore.”
“You and I have different ideas of what you need. I think youneedto be in my bed every night.”
I laugh. “I’m not saying I won’t stay over some nights, but it’s time for me to move my stuff back to my house. Think of it as one less person fighting over the shower in the morning.”
