Page 63 of In The Game

She’s a fucking showstopper.

I loop my fingers into the sides of her panties. “Again.”

“You’re going to be disappointed,” she says, lifting again. That pisses me off. I wrap my arm around her stomach and rip off her underwear with the other hand, like I did our first night together. Her gasp is the same as before, and those big eyes are spitting daggers at me.

“Arms,” I instruct. She holds them up and lets me pull the T-shirt over her head.

“Fuck,” I mumble.

I unclasp her bra and slide it off one arm at a time as her breaths come faster. She tucks her knees up to her chin and crosses her ankles to hide herself.That won’t do.

“Why am I the only one that’s naked?”

With Raleigh sitting between my thighs, her back pressed to my chest, I wrap my arm around her neck, putting her in a firm headlock as we stare at each other in the mirror. Her hands reach up to pull at my forearm and bicep. I’m not cutting off her airway, but it’s enough to remind her I could if I wanted to.

“Because this is about you, not me. And if I was naked, I’d already have you stretched around my cock.”

Her throat bobs and her pulse pounds against my arm.

“We’re going to start at your pretty face and work our way down.”

She tugs at my arms again.

“First, your hair.” She’s kept the length, but it has more curl to it now. No longer the stick straight blowout from before. She’s traded the platinum-blonde for a darker, wheat-colored version that looks more natural. “You don’t style it the same, but it still wraps perfectly around my fist like silk.” I sift her hair through my fingers and wind it around my palm. Her breath quickens. “You play with it when you’re nervous, don’t you?” She gulps.

“Your light-brown, cinnamon eyes…and how dark they get when you see something you want.” The honey flecks in them turn to molasses. Once I say it, her piercing stare turns into seductive bedroom eyes. I have to take a second to collect myself. Her beauty is obliterating me.

I put tension on my grip as I withdraw my hand from her hair. The lips I’ve always wanted to kiss, part slightly, and I go there next, rubbing my thumb over her pout. “I have thought about these lips endlessly over the years. Next to not getting your number, my biggest regret was not kissing you…” Everything in me wants to cover her mouth with mine. I’m desperate to know how she tastes.

“Bear…”

A grunt leaves my throat.I love when she calls me that. Does she realize what it does to me?

“I’m not done.”

Dropping my hand, I sweep the thick curtain of hair to one side and trace her shoulder blades. “Here…and here…” How pretty this back would look bent over my lap. My hands travel up over her shoulder to her collarbone. She takes a deep breath.

I glance at her face once more before pushing her legs down by her knees.

“Drop your hands.”

It takes her a second, but she drops her arms from mine and rests them on her lap, leaving her breasts exposed. I suck in a breath before groaning. She’s stunning.

“Fuck, Raleigh… and here.” I run my fingers over her peaked nipples, and she pushes her chest into my hand. She wriggles, but I constrict my headlock on her. I cover her breast with my hand and knead the soft flesh. A small squeak leaves her lips, but she bites down to prevent any more from escaping.

“That’s okay, love. Keep making those sounds. I want to hear all of them.” I tug her nipples, and she arches her back slightly. Her teeth trap her bottom lip, but she surrenders and releases a raspy exhale. Her sluggish blinks give in and she closes her lids. “Eyes open.”

When our gazes meet again, they’re dark and heated.How long has it been since another man has made her come?

“Tell me what you like about what you see so far.”

“I…I like my arms.”

I smile and lean down to kiss behind her ear. “Good girl,” I whisper. “What else?”

Her eyes bounce between mine in the mirror.

“I like my nipples.”

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