Page 120 of Behind the Net

“You like being in my bed?” I murmur as my fingers trail beneath her shirt, skimming up her stomach. Her skin is so soft.

“Yes.” Her breath catches as I brush the skin beneath her bra, teasing, knowing what she wants but holding back an inch.

“I like it, too.”

Her back arches into my touch. I pull away to tease her, and she growls, hand coming to my arm.

“What’s the matter?” I ask in a low voice, smiling at her. I shift so I’m on my side, watching her.

“Jamie.” The way she says my name, irritated and aroused, makes my grin turn wicked.

She sits up and pulls her shirt off, and I’m face to face with her perfect tits, pushed up into something incredible in a white lace bra embroidered with flowers.

Lust floods my body. “Not fair,” I murmur, trailing my fingers over the lace.

I circle the lace over her nipple, feeling the stiff peak beneath the fabric. Her eyes glaze and her lips part before I move to the other one. I’m fully hard, lying here with Pippa, playing with her, teasing her, working her up.

It’s heaven.

“Let’s talk game plan, songbird.” My voice is low as I brush back and forth over the sensitive peaks covered in lace. “How are we going to do this?”

Her cheeks are flushed. “I think you should go down on me.”

My eyebrow arches. “Oh, really?”

She nods, and we’re both thinking about a few weeks ago in her parents’ house, when she wore my jersey.

“You liked that, did you?” She nods again, and something electric crackles in the air around us. “So did I.”

Surprise passes through her eyes, and my pulse beats harder.

“Did you doubt that, Pippa?” My fingers brush over the swells of her breasts, just above her bra. “Did you doubt that your pussy was one of the sweetest things I’ve ever tasted?” I dip into her bra cup to find a stiff nipple, and she lets out a soft moan. “Because it was, baby. I think about it every time I stroke my cock, how wet you were. How you sounded, moaning for me while I licked into you.”

She arches into my touch again and unhooks her bra. My mouth falls to her breast, circling the pinched point with my tongue. The noise that scrapes out of her throat, needy and relieved at the same time, makes my balls ache with want.

“Are we using the toy tonight, Pippa?”

She shakes her head.

“No?” I arch a brow as I suck, and her breath catches.

“I want to try without,” she whispers, biting her lip.

She looks at me like she thinks I can do it, make her come again without the toy. My cock surges, straining in my boxers.

“This is driving me crazy,” she says as I pinch and roll the other peak. “Touch me.”

I grin down at her. “I am touching you.”

“More,” she demands.

“You don’t want to tell me five things you can feel?”

Her frustrated glare makes me shake with laughter. I’ve neverlaughedduring sex. My songbird is horny and furious, and I’m in heaven. In this moment, I feel like she’s my best friend, and yet I’m rock hard, thinking about pleasing her. Sex has never been so playful, and I can’t think of another time I felt so comfortable around someone.

This is what it’s supposed to be like, I realize.

“Stop. Teasing. Me.” Her teeth are clenched as I brush her nipple as softly as I can, watching her reaction.

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