Page 119 of Behind the Net

Pippa gives me a sad smile. “You always want to fix things.”

I nod. “This is important. Is it okay with you?”

“Of course.”

I knew she’d be fine with it, but now that we’re whatever we are—together, in a relationship, dating, all these phrases that feel too mild and watered down for what I feel for Pippa—I want to be as open with her as possible.

I press a kiss to her temple, and her eyes fall closed. Her skin is warm and soft, and I brush my lips over her cheek, over the shell of her ear. Her scent is intoxicating, comforting, and fucking arousing.

“We should try something,” I say, because I haven’t touched her properly since New Year’s Eve. I was traveling for games, and then last night, she was practicing her guitar and songs in her room until after midnight.

Her breath catches as I softly nip her earlobe. “What?”

My fingers tangle into her hair and I tilt her head back to look at me. “I want to make you come twice.”

Pippa’s eyes widen, and her lips part as she searches my gaze. “I’ve never—”

“I know.”

“I don’t think I can.”

My eyebrow quirks as smug satisfaction weaves through me. She can. I can make it happen. I know I can.

I’ll do anything to make it happen.

“You say that a lot, but I can’t remember the last time you were right.”

Worry wavers through her gaze. “I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

I shake my head, because she couldn’t be more wrong. “Pippa, that’s not how this works. Touching you is a goddamn dream. I’d only be disappointed in myself if you didn’t enjoy it. Not in you, baby. Never in you.”

The worry fades from her eyes, leaving only lust and want, and my own need surges.

“Okay,” she whispers, and my mouth falls to hers.

CHAPTER58

JAMIE

Our kiss isurgent as I carry her up the stairs. Her thighs squeeze my waist, and I grip her ass, giving it a sharp slap. Her moan vibrates into my mouth, and when she sucks on my tongue, fucking hell. I groan back into her, pinning her against the wall upstairs.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers as I hit the perfect spot with my hips. “Oh my god.”

“Right there, huh?”

She nods, eyes closed and lips parted, and my blood beats with the primal need to please her.

“Jamie.” Her eyes open with that fucking perfect dazed look as I rock against her clit. “Need to touch you.”

I move to carry her into her bedroom.

“No,” she says, and I stop. She gives me a shy, embarrassed smile. “Your bed.”

JesusChrist, I like that.

A moment later, I lower her onto my bed, yanking my shirt and pants off, then supporting my own weight on my elbows on either side of her head as I kiss her. Another shred of control falls away as my tongue strokes against her, urgent and demanding.

My blood sings with the truth: Pippa is mine.

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