Page 53 of Not Before Game Night
“It’s included. I’m saying you’re staying with me, and when morning comes, I’ll have you in my bed again, so don’t you dare leave.”
She glanced up at me. “Wasn’t I supposed to leave this morning?”
“No.” Simple answer that stunned her.
“You never said.”
“I’m saying it now.”
She shuffled, and I released her. “Okay. So, I’m here again. What are you going to do to me?”
Perfect question. Definitely the perfect question.
I pulled her to me, lifted the hem of her top, and pulled it up and over her head.
“First, I’ll dirty you up all over again,” I told her as I undid her bra. I lowered my mouth to suck her nipples as I moved the lace away from her beautiful breasts. I loved the little moan that hummed from her lips and the way she ran her fingers through my hair, encouraging me to continue.
“Then I’ll lick you clean in the shower,” I promised, licking at the tips of her right nipple while I unhooked the button at the side of her skirt. We both watched the skirt float down to her feet.
She wore black lace panties today. These had a little pink bow on the jagged edge resting on her hip. It looked sexy as hell on her.
I went to take them off, but she backed away from me, teasing me with a little laugh. Her standing before me with her gorgeous breasts on show, bobbling as she moved, completely comfortable in front of me and with her body.
I loved that.
“You tease. Come back here.” I reached for her, and she tugged on my shirt.
“This comes off,” she demanded.
“You don’t like my shirt? Woman, this is my football shirt. And number 12 is my lucky number.” I pointed to my player number.
“I don’t care. Take it off along with everything else.”
This was nice, and my interest was definitely piqued.
This wasn’t the shy, nervous being I’d had in my arms last night.
“Yes, ma’am.” I smiled, releasing her.
She watched me with a delightful look on her face when I pulled off my shirt and shrugged out of my pants. I left my boxers on.
“Do I look okay?”
She chuckled. “You’re asking me that? You know you look more than okay. Didn’t you see the congregation of admiring Cole Buchanan fans?”
“I saw you,” I confessed.
“Me? All those women, and you saw me?” She looked at me with disbelief.
“All I saw was you. And guess what?”
“What?”
I reached for her again. “We’re talking way too much.”
She went to answer, but I swallowed her words with a kiss. She kissed me back, and I teased her tongue with mine, stroking hers while I played with her nipples. Stroking the diamond-hard peaks while I held them between my thumb and forefinger.
I sucked hard on her tongue, making her moan as I tasted the sweetness of her, then I amplified it by tugging on her bottom lip. She pressed back to me and tugged on mine too. When she did it, the effect shot a bolt of arousal straight to my cock, making me want her more than I already did.
