Page 53 of Play Maker

I was still riding the wave of tingling sensation when he rolled me under him and took my mouth.

“You’re not done yet, Sunshine. Lift.”

With a little help, he pulled my dress over my head and tossed it onto the floor next to us. My bra went next, then my soaked panties. Adam kissed his way down to my stomach, then leveraged himself up enough to yank his shirt off.

He lapped at my clit as he dropped the rest of his clothes, making me wild. When he pulled back to roll on a condom, I almost threw a couch pillow at him for stopping. My eyes must have adjusted to the dim streetlights from outside because I caught his grin before he made his way back up my body. I wanted a better look—naked Adam was my new favorite Adam—but I wasn’t going to stop him when his weight settled between my legs.

I raised my hips to rub my clit along his hard length as he trailed kisses up my jaw. Every part of me was electrified, and I’d crawl through glass to feel him inside me. With a frustrated moan, I sank my nails into his butt, urging him forward. He chuckled, a rough, dark sound I wanted to hear again, and lifted my knee tight to his hip, notching himself at my entrance.

At the last second, he paused, his muscles twitching with the effort of holding himself back. “You sure?”

“Yes.” And I was. One hundred percent. I’d probably burn in friendship hell for the decision, but I didn’t care—I wanted this with Adam.

I was so wet, he slid home in one thrust.

His head dropped to my neck, and he shuddered. “Fuck, Blue. You feel so good.”

Words were beyond me. He moved his hips in a sinuous rhythm, dragging his mouth down my chest until he captured a nipple in his mouth. I arched up off the couch when he sucked hard.

“God, yes.”

I wasn’t sure if I said the words out loud, but it didn’t matter. Adam seemed to know exactly what I liked without trying, so I looped a hand behind his neck and held on. He gave the same treatment to the other side, and I thought I’d drown in pleasure. What had I been missing all these years?

He groaned against my skin. “I love the way you respond to me. And the way my touch makes you wild. The way your eyes darken when you’re about to come. So pretty and perfect. Are you going to come for me again, pretty girl?”

His words sent me over the edge. I squeezed him tight, and he thrust to the hilt, his fingers digging into my hip hard enough to leave bruises. He buried his face in my hair, and I thought I might leave matching marks on the back of his neck.

I loved it. Every second of it. There was a good chance Adam had ruined me for any other relationships.

As I came down from the high, I realized we were naked on the couch in the middle of the living room. It was a little late for concerns about anyone catching us, but I’d have to scrub down the cushions tomorrow.

Adam nuzzled my neck. “Stop thinking about cleaning.”

A laugh bubbled out of me. “Not my fault your thoughts are so dirty.”

He leveraged himself up to meet my eyes, quirking a brow. “It is entirely your fault my thoughts are dirty.”

I wasn’t sorry. Adam might not be mine, but he wanted me. Now that he’d had me, a prickling sense of foreboding tried to push through the lovely endorphins. We’d rocketed past the friendship barrier, and I couldn’t find it in myself to regret the decision. Not with his weight still pinning me to the cushions and the need I still saw in his eyes.

But I’d never had sex with my roommate on the living room couch before. Would we say goodnight and go to our separate bedrooms? Were we supposed to wake up tomorrow as friends and forget what happened in the dark?

I’d tried that scenario after the kitchen incident and utterly failed. Nothing about my feelings made sense, but for once, I didn’t want to go my own way.

“What now?” I asked.

Adam’s hand slid into my hair, and he kissed me softly. “Now I carry you to bed and show you what I can do with more than a foot and a half of space.”

* * *

A week later,I’d only returned to my own room to grab a change of clothes and my school bag. No one questioned the amount of time I spent in Adam’s room, but Shaw and RJ were distracted running double training sessions for the team.

All but one of them Adam skipped. He’d had to meet Alex for a project yesterday, and this morning, he’d rolled over to shut off his alarm before pulling me against him again. By some miracle, no one had barged into Adam’s room when he didn’t show.

He claimed these were voluntary workouts, and he was making up the time on his own. I didn’t want to interfere since I’d long ago lost sight of the boundaries in our relationship. Instead of pointing out where heshouldbe, I stood in Adam’s bathroom wearing nothing but one of his football shirts and examining the fading color in my hair.

Mom’s engagement luncheon was in two days, and I knew Rob hated the bright streaks. I could leave it to fade or cover it with my natural color. It would certainly be the path of least resistance, but I hated the idea of muting myself. My hair was the one thing I splurged on in my life. The colors reflected the deepest part of my personality, including the stubborn urge to never give in to outside pressure.

Rob could suck it. He wouldn’t factor into my decision.

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