Page 79 of A Game Plan for Love

“No lead up?” I ask, but the question ends in a gasp when his hands roam under my work polo and over my stomach.

“Lead up?” He laughs, huskily, “Addie, baby, I don’t needlead up. One look at you and I’m ready to go.”

For emphasis, he grinds against me, and my breath hitches.

He trails soft, slow kisses along the column of my throat, down to my collarbone, and takes a moment to pull the thin flesh of my neck between his teeth. I slap his side.

“Donotgive me a hickey! We aren’t seventeen.”

He pulls back, and his smile is devious. He hums, dragging a finger across the tender spot. “How else will everyone know you’re mine?”

“We tell them?” I ask incredulously.

“A lot less fun,” he counters, fingers playing with my polo. “Can I take this off?”

I nod and the polo is shed and dropped to the floor in seconds. Next is my deep emerald bra, though Declan watches longingly as it flutters to the kitchen floor.

My chest heaves with anticipation, and I tug at his t-shirt. He rips it over his head without a second thought. His muscles ripple as he lifts me off the benchtop and into the bedroom.

I’ve never been with anyone who could lift me so easily and make me feel small while doing so. I can’t say I hate the feeling.

He gently places me on the bed, and then kisses my breasts, down my stomach, and then back. His actions are slow and exploratory, like we have all the time in the world to learn each other. My fingers tangle in the strands of his hair as my skin pebbles.

Each kiss is softer than the last, and it sends shivers down my spine. A hot puff of air hits my left nipple, and I arch off the bed. It’s quickly soothed by his tongue, and pleasure begins to build in my lower stomach.

“Fuck, Addie,” he says against my skin, “You’re beautiful.”

A wave of intense heat flows over my body, and my entire skin flames to the color of a tomato.

He chuckles softly and leans up to place a gentle kiss on my lips. Fingers toy with the band of my joggers, and the pleasure intensifies when he slips a finger beneath the band and grazes over my panties.

“Soaked for me already.”

His middle finger slips beneath the lace and I moan, but he rips his hand away, and slowly brings the finger to his mouth and sucks. Beautiful blue eyes darken to the color of a stormy sea.

I save him the time and energy and take my pants off, so hot the flames flicking across my skin might consume me whole.

“Take your clothes off,” I demand, “Right. Now.” He recoils slightly from the strain in the command, but does as ordered, leaving him in nothing but his briefs. “Good boy,” I coo, and his eyes turn feral.

Oh, fuck. I struckgold.

“Are you going to be a good boy and fuck me right?” I throw the words out between us, and my heart thumps in my throat as his eyes flicker along my naked body, and he nods, the smallest incline of his head.

His fists shake with restraint, and there’s something so fucking powerful about the way he’s looking at me that I rise onto my knees and crawl across the bed.

Slowly, I place kisses up his abdomen and along his pectoral muscles. I climb the column of his neck, and his throat bobs. I nibble at his earlobe, and he shivers.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been properly fucked,” I continue, whispering in his ear. “I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow without remembering you between my thighs.”

“Addie,” he moans, head falling forward when I trail a palm along his shaft. He pulses beneath me, and lust coils in my lower stomach.

“Take those off,” I command, gesturing to his underwear.

I turn to grab a condom from the nightstand, and when I look back, my throat dries and the condom tumbles from my grip.Holy fuck.

I amdefinitelygoing to feel this tomorrow.Wow.My brain short-circuits as he works his hand up and down the shaft, thumb rubbing the bead of pre-cum into the head.

“Sit against the headboard.”

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