Page 34 of Game Plan

Gravel crunched under his feet as he moved around the truck, lowering the gate, spreading a blanket he’d pulled from the backseat. Her door was next. No words, he reached in and scooped her up, kicking the door shut behind them. He carried her as if she weighed nothing.

She snuggled in, savoring the hard wall of muscle against her cheek. And his scent—she could breathe him all day. He smelled better than the best cologne, just clean and…manly. Addictive. Covering that with artificial fragrance would be a crime.

“I’m still mad at you for hiding your age. And your birth date.”

“Nope. We’re not talking about that stuff ’til you’re de-stressed.” He lowered her onto the tailgate and hopped up alongside. “C’mere,” he said, pulling her to her feet. Slowly, he ran his hand through her hair, letting it sift around his fingers and fall back to her shoulders before starting again.

“I like it when you do that.”

“I know, I pay attention.” Again with the sexy smile.

Powerless, that’s what he made her. Like jelly. “What else do you know?”

“I know what’ll happen when I do this…” He trailed his fingers down her arm, to the hem of her dress, and slowly—super slowly—gathered it in his fists. The soft fabric caressed her skin as he drew it upward. Over her ass, her breasts, her head, until she stood in the open air wearing nothing but heels, a bra and hundreds of goose bumps.

“Nothing happened.”

“Your pink cheeks say otherwise.” He thumbed her bottom lip. “And this. You bite your lip when you’re turned-on. It’s very cute and sexy. Then there’s your nipples. I don’t need x-ray vision to know what I’m going to find underneath this white lace.” One-handed, he released the hooks. He took his time appraising and appreciating the view before squeezing her eager peaks and lowering his mouth to suckle them.

He retreated far too quickly.

“Idon’tlike it when you stop.”

“Only temporarily.” He stripped off his t-shirt and shorts. Balled the clothes together and knelt in front of her. “For your head.” Gently, he guided her to her knees. Then to her back. He bent her legs, one at a time. Kissed the inside of each thigh all the way to her ankle, where he untied the wraparound laces of her sandals. He held one up for inspection before chucking it aside. “These are nice. But this is nicer,” he said, and swiped his tongue between her legs.

The man could write a book on giving oral. He was that good.

“Why can’t I say no to you?” she asked as she opened wider for whatever he wanted to do. He looked up from his position on his belly. All she could see were his eyes, bluer than the sky overhead, and sexier than should be humanly possible.

“Because you don’t want to.” True words, they hummed against her sensitive flesh. His lips followed, kissing her down low the same way he’d kiss her mouth. This was his thing, she knew it was. If she had a dozen lovers after Mason, none of them would taste her this way. So intimately. Lovingly.

Oh, wrong word to think. Love. Something she couldn’t afford to consider when it came to Mason. She shut her eyes, blocking the bright sky and the dangerous thoughts.

The dizzy sensation remained—Mason’s fault entirely. He chuckled at her dreamy sigh, then shifted gears. Faster, harder. More determined. His tongue swirled around her clit, vibrating so close to where she needed it but never hitting the spot directly.

She shifted left, he adjusted. She shimmied to the right a little more subtly…damn him, he countered. He wanted her to squirm, to beg for it? With him she’d do anything.

“Please…stop teasing.”

Immediately, he focused on her clit, taking her to the edge. Two fingers slid inside her, then another in her ass. Spots flashed across her eyelids. Stars in the daytime.

“That, oh god…” She clutched his head tight, coming and coming on his tongue, around his fingers, the shock rippling through every cell and nerve.

“Good?” He nipped the curve of her ass, then rose to a stand.

“Very. There’s not a solid bone left in my body.”

The boxer briefs came off. Got tossed aside. God, he was tall, especially from this angle. Sort of like looking up a Greek statue—only more erect. And without fig leaves.

“I’m feeling much more relaxed now. So, you wanted to…talk?”

“Babe, I’m not done with you yet.”

“You didn’t say there was more to your plan.”

“You distracted me by looking all flushed and sexy. I didn’t get to finish.”

That was her cue. She moved to her knees and licked his cock from base to tip. “You absolutely need to finish. I insist.” And she’d love every second of it. She took him in greedily. Reveled in the fullness, the feeling of his cock touching the back of her throat. The low groan he made.

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