Page 46 of Play Maker

Before I could say a word, he lifted me onto the counter. When I didn’t immediately obey his order, he palmed my thighs and separated them for me. My shirt rode up to my hips, and his thumb stroked a line of fire outside the boundary of my panties.

I sucked in a breath as he shifted his big hands to my hips and eased me forward until my butt hit the edge of the counter. He kissed my neck, teasing me with a hot swipe of his tongue.

“If you want me to stop at any time, you just tell me, okay?”

I nodded, but he pulled back slightly to meet my eyes.

“I need you to say the words.”

“If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you.” I meant what I said, but I also knew nothing short of a zombie apocalypse would make me tell him to stop.

Adam sank to his knees, holding my gaze. “Good girl.”

Why was that phrase so hot coming out of his mouth? Coming from anyone else, it would sound patronizing. But Adam so clearly knew what he was doing, and it was a pleasure to have him teach me, have him praise me.

His fingers hooked under the waistband of my panties, and he drew them down until the counter got in the way. “Lift,” he ordered.

This time I obeyed right away. He slid them down my legs and off, then stuffed them in his pocket.

I raised a brow. “I want those back.”

“And you’ll get them. Later.”

Adam lowered his head, and a short montage of the other times I’d tried this flashed in my mind. I recognized the point where I usually stiffened up and couldn’t escape the prison in my head. A lock of his hair tickled my skin as he kissed a trail from one hipbone to the other.

“Look at you, already soaked,” he breathed against my core.

The sheer delight in his tone erased any nervousness. This was Adam, not some random encounter where I needed to perform. The tension left my muscles, and I let out a long, low hum.

“That’s it, baby. Relax for me.”

His quiet words sent a spike through my system, and he followed them up with a swipe of his tongue I felt all the way to my toes. He may have been a goofball, a human golden retriever, but the man knew how to use his mouth. And his fingers.

I dropped my head back against the cabinets with a thud and muttered prayers, obscenities, anything except stop. I moaned his name, and his hold on me tightened. He made a rough sound of satisfaction when my fingers gripped in his hair. Sharp bolts of pleasure sped through my blood, sending me tumbling head over feet into an abyss of shared sensation I had no idea I could feel.

In no time, I was close. So close. I arched my hips, begging for more.

He grinned up at me. “Having fun yet?”

In response, I used his hair to yank him back down. Adam obliged my unspoken demand and stayed right where he was while I writhed against his face.

The orgasm hit me like a truck. A shudder wracked my body, and I might have blacked out for a second. I blinked up at the dark ceiling, only then considering our roommates were only a short distance away. How loud had I been?

My pulse pounded in my ears, but not from the prospect of being caught. I was still trembling, and I already wanted more. Adam kissed my inner thigh and trailed his fingers over my calves as he stood.

He helped me off the counter and steadied me when my legs wobbled dangerously. “Have I proved my point, or should I try again? Just to be sure.”

My first instinct was to dive headfirst into the second round he was offering. I wanted it so badly I had to roll my lips together to keep the words in. One time to prove a point. That was all it was supposed to be. A tryst in the dark not to be mentioned in the morning. I couldn’t afford to fall into the trap of thinking Adam wanted more simply because he was the first person to ever give me an orgasm.

“Thank you, but I’m good.” I cringed at the weirdly polite way my answer sounded. I needed to leave the room before I accidentally said something worse. “I think I can sleep now.”

Adam nodded his head and took a step back, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats. “Don’t forget your toast.”

For once, I couldn’t read his voice, but I didn’t dare look directly at him. My willpower was shredded enough. In one quick swipe, I tossed my now cold toast onto the plate we’d shoved out of the way at some point.

“Goodnight, Adam.” I chanced a peek at him, but his hooded eyes didn’t reveal anything in the dark kitchen.

“Goodnight, Blue.” His gaze stayed on me until I shut my bedroom door between us, and I realized a disturbing truth. One time probably wouldn’t be enough.

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