Page 128 of Playing for Keeps
That gaze alone nearly undoes me.
His free hand glides up my body, and when he pinches my nipple, I unravel completely. My orgasm crashes through me, my legs trembling around his head as I ride the high.
Just as the waves begin to fade, his phone starts ringing again.
“Fuck,” I breathe, letting my head fall back. “You should probably answer that.”
“Not a chance,” he says, pressing one last kiss on my clit before sliding up my body and capturing my mouth with his.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask.
He smiles and nods. “I’ll grab one.”
He stands and pulls his T-shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor as he heads, completely naked, into the kitchen. I can’tstop myself from watching him go. His body is unreal, every muscle honed to perfection from the hours he spends training. He looks like he was carved from stone.
When he opens a drawer in the kitchen, my brows lift in surprise.
“You keep condoms in your kitchen?” I call out.
He glances back at me with a sheepish look. “Yeah.”
I know he has a past. I know there were plenty of women before me, but the placement makes me wonder just how spontaneous things used to get. What’s he done in that kitchen that made him want to keep condoms within arm’s reach?
I try to push the thought away, but he catches the look on my face instantly.
He comes back and kneels in front of me, his eyes searching mine.
“None of them ever meant anything, Ivy,” he says.
But the words don’t soothe the ache; they sting a little more. If they meant nothing, then why were there so many?
He must see the doubt in my eyes, because he reaches for my hand.
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved,” he says, his voice steady. “The only one I ever will.”
I offer him a small smile, determined not to let this bother me. I know he loves me. I can feel it every time we’re together, and even when we aren’t.
I cup his jaw. “I know, Wyatt. It’s fine.”
He searches my eyes. “It’s not,” he whispers, leaning into my hand. “I hate that my past might make you second-guess what we are.”
I shake my head. “I’m not second-guessing anything. I know how you feel about me.” I sigh. “It’s not fair for me to make you feel bad about what happened before we were together. I’m here with you now, and that’s all that matters.”
He stands and then sits down next to me on the sofa. I move to straddle him, his hands resting on my waist. I lean my head down to kiss him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says against my lips. “Ever.”
“You won’t,” I breathe, brushing my lips over his. “You haven’t.”
He kisses me again, slower this time, like he’s relishing every second, and it doesn’t take long for the heat to build. When his tongue sweeps into my mouth, I roll my hips against the hard length of him beneath me, and a low groan escapes his throat.
His hand slides up from my waist to cup my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple, making me gasp.
“Where’s the condom?” I ask, breathless, my body burning with need.
He lifts it in response, and I shift back just enough to watch as he rolls it down over himself. The moment it’s in place, I reposition myself and sink down onto him, gasping at the stretch.
“God, Wyatt,” I moan, my voice shaky. “I feel so full.”
