Page 104 of Playing for Keeps
He lets me pull it over his head, and for a second, I just take him in. His broad chest, defined muscles, and the way his body tenses slightly under my touch. I’ve seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not when he’s mine to touch.
My hand trails slowly up the line of his abs, in awe of the contrast between the strength of his body and the gentleness of his touch. His breath catches as I explore him, and that little sound makes heat pool low in my stomach.
“God, Ivy,” he says, cupping my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek as he leans in close. “You undo me.”
His words echo through me, like they’re bypassing every wall I’ve ever built around myself. He sees me, really sees me, and as terrifying as that is, a small part of me starts to believe that maybe Iamenough.
He kisses me again, slower this time, then eases me back onto the pillows, his body moving with mine like he already knows what I need, even before I do. My legs fall open instinctively, and he fits perfectly between them, the heat of him making my skin feel like it’s on fire.
His lips brush along my jaw, then trail lower to the curve of my neck, drawing sounds from my lips that I didn’t even know I could make. When he reaches my chest, his mouth closes over a nipple, his tongue making perfect circles, driving me crazy. I gasp, my back arching as the sensation races through me.
Heat swirls low in my stomach, and I shift beneath him, my hips rolling up to meet his. The groan he lets out is raw, like he’s barely hanging on. He’s hard against me, and I press into him again, desperate for friction, for anything to dull the ache he’s ignited in every part of me.
“Ivy,” he groans, his voice husky. He’s on the edge, and it’s because of me. That realization is almost too much to believe.
He trails kisses down my stomach, each one unraveling me a little more. My breath catches when he reaches the waistband of my panties, his lips ghosting over the lace, exactly where I need him most. My fingers find their way into his hair as I try to ground myself, but my heart’s racing and my body’s humming with anticipation.
“Oh my God,” I say, my voice barely audible as my hips lift slightly, seeking more. I can feel the heat of his breath on my clit, and I wish there was nothing between us.
He looks up at me, his eyes dark, and it’s as if he’s read my mind. I lift my hips in a silent permission, and he slides the lace down slowly, his fingers brushing along my legs like he’s teasing me.
His mouth finds my clit again, and all I can do is feel. My hands clutch the sheets, his name falling from my lips in a whisper. It’s intense, but in the most incredible way. I’ve never been touched like this. Never felt like someone wanted every part of me so badly.
“Wyatt…” I gasp, my voice trembling as everything inside me tightens as he watches me from between my legs.
Then he slips a finger inside me, and it pushes me over the edge, the release crashing over me like a wave, my legs trembling around his shoulders. Soft, breathless sounds escape me as I cling to the feeling. A feeling I never want to let go of.
He doesn’t stop, though, not right away. His mouth and hands continue to move, drawing every last drop of pleasure from me until I’m spent, my body limp and trembling.
He slowly kisses his way back up until his mouth finds mine again. The taste of myself on his lips sends a fresh wave of heat through me. I didn’t think I could feel more turned on, but somehow, I do.
When he finally breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine, his breathing still uneven.
“Wow, Wyatt… that was... wow,” I mutter.
He chuckles, brushing his nose against mine. “I think watching you fall apart in my hands might be my new favorite thing.”
After a few seconds, he moves his weight off me and reaches over the edge of the bed for his jersey. He presses a soft kiss to my lips before slipping the fabric over my head.
Trying to act more confident than I feel, I gently push on his shoulder until he’s lying down. I curl up beside him, dragging myfingers slowly over the planes of his chest. He sucks in a breath and turns his head toward me, catching my mouth with his. The moment his tongue slides against mine, that familiar heat flares low in my stomach, and I can’t help the quiet moan that escapes.
My hand drifts toward the waistband of his sleep shorts, but he pulls back slightly, his hand covering mine.
“You don’t have to do anything, baby. You know that, right?”
I give a nervous smile. “I know. I just… I want to.”
He watches me closely, then cups my face, his thumb brushing across my cheek. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I take a breath. “I want it to be good for you.”
The words come out softly, laced with uncertainty. I bite down on my bottom lip, suddenly afraid I’ll fall short, that I won’t be enough for someone like him. Someone who’s been with women who know exactly what they’re doing.
Wyatt’s expression softens and he leans over, pressing a kiss on my lips before pulling back, his eyes finding mine.
“Hey,” he says. “You already make it good for me, Ivy. Touching you, holding you, hell, even just listening to you talk, it’s more than I’ve ever felt with anyone else.”
I stare at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice.
