Page 127 of Playing for Keeps
He smiles. “Not ideal for someone who avoids elevators.”
I chuckle as he leans down and presses his lips to mine in a searing kiss. As the kiss deepens, I open up to him, our tongues colliding. Heat pools low in my stomach, and kissing him just seems to get better every time. I swear I could kiss him forever.
“Maybe we could work on your cardio right now,” he says huskily, against my lips. “I reckon I could get your heart racing in no time.”
I smile. “It’s already racing like crazy, but I could get on board with some cardio if it’s with you.”
He’s stretched out on his back on the sofa, and I’m curled up beside him. I tilt my head to kiss him again, my hand slipping under his shirt. His breath hitches as my fingers trail across his skin.
I slide my hand lower, to the waistband of his sweats, and ease it beneath. My eyes widen in surprise when I realize he’s not wearing anything underneath. Wrapping my hand around him, I start to stroke, slow and firm. He groans into my mouth as I brush my thumb over the head of his cock, his grip tightening on my ass as he squeezes hard.
He whimpers when I let go and shift off his chest.
“These need to go.” I sit back on my heels and tug his sweats down. His cock springs free, already rock hard as it slaps against his stomach. I drop the pants to the floor and move between his legs, leaning down to take him into my mouth.
His hands tangle in my hair as I bob my head, licking and sucking up his length.
“Jesus,” he breathes out, his fingers tightening. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby.”
I keep working him over, my hand stroking where my mouth can’t reach. When he hits the back of my throat, I swallow, and he moans deep and low.
“I’m gonna come, Ivy,” Wyatt pants, his voice strained.
I don’t let up, and with a sharp jerk, he releases, spilling down my throat with my name a whispered sigh from his lips. I swallow and sit back, watching him as he catches his breath. That’s only the second time I’ve done that. I hope it was okay.
Wyatt reaches for me, pulling me on top of him.
“That was incredible, Ivy,” he says huskily, his hands sliding beneath the oversized jersey I’m wearing.
“Yeah?” I ask, nibbling nervously on my bottom lip.
He cups the back of my neck and brings my mouth to his. “Yeah, baby. You don’t ever need to question how much you turn me on. Okay?”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Okay.”
His eyes gleam, and he winks. “Now it’s my turn.”
Before anything else can happen, his phone starts ringing from the kitchen. I start to move off him, but he tightens his grip on my waist.
“I’m not answering that,” he says firmly. “The only person I want to talk to is right here.”
“What if it’s important?”
“Nothing’s more important than you. And for the record, I’m starving.”
Heat rises in my cheeks, and I lower my gaze, resting my head against his chest.
“God, I love it when you blush,” he says with a grin.
I let out a quiet laugh as Wyatt sits up and grabs the hem of my jersey, pulling it over my head. I’m left in nothing but a pair of black panties.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing my lips before trailing soft, lingering kisses along my jaw and down myneck. He eases me back onto the sofa, his mouth continuing its path downward. My breath catches when he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the sensitive peak. I arch into him, savoring the heat of his mouth on my skin.
But he doesn’t linger long. His kisses drift lower, and anticipation coils in my belly. I was already wound tight when I had him in my mouth. Now, I’m teetering on the edge.
He shifts off the sofa and positions me so my hips are at the edge, my back resting against the cushions. Kneeling between my legs, he lifts them and hooks each one over his shoulders, spreading me open for him.
Then his mouth is on me, and I cry out, unable to stop myself. His tongue moves with expertise, licking, sucking, and teasing, driving me closer and closer to release. I moan as he slips a finger inside me, then a second, stretching me with slow, deliberate thrusts. His fingers curl just right while his tongue continues to torment me. My hand slides into his hair, and when I glance down, he’s watching me with an intense, hungry look in his eyes.
