Page 45 of Dirty Player

I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to do it.

“You’re awfully temperamental for someone who’s made it clear what they’re looking for.”

Stunned from her flippant remark, I stood frozen while she walked around me and helped herself to a bottle of water from the small fridge. I took in the curve of her ass, the way the stupid-ass rhinestones on the pockets were like a homing beacon for my eyes.

“Get over here, Shannon.”

My voice deepened. My hands balled into fists. She had too many clothes on and too much sass in her. I planned on fucking it all out of her.

She shut the fridge and turned to me, twisting the top off the water bottle and taking a long sip. Nervousness flashed in her chocolaty eyes before she could hide it. “Are you going to be nice to me?”

“No.” I shook my head, letting my intention be clear in the slow movement and the drawl of my voice. “I plan on being very, very filthy with you. I’m also certain I just told you to do something.”

The bottle shook in her tight grip as she set it off to the side.

She made her way to me, three long, slow strides. Fuck if she didn’t know what she was doing. Listening, but disobeying at the same time.

I knew her game. She’d give me what I wanted, but it’d be in her own time, her own way.

I pressed my hand against my hardening cock as she closed the space between us, her eyes gleaming with pure intent and unabashed lust.

Fuck if she wasn’t beautiful. I’d thought it the first time I saw her in the stands at the training camp. She didn’t know that. I wasn’t planning on telling her how much the fact that she’d been there—cheering for everyone but separated from the large crowd of fans—had turned me on from halfway across the field.

She gave everything her all while holding herself back, a dichotomy I wanted to understand more than I should.

“Now that I’m here?” she asked, her hands held loosely at her sides as she tilted her head. “What are you going to do with me?”

“Take off the jersey.” Someday I’d fuck her while she wore nothing but mine. My number would be on the fabric abrading her nipples while I slammed into her. The last thing I wanted when I dirtied her up was her brother anywhere in the room.

Her hands went to the hem and she crossed her arms before pulling it over her head in slow…fucking…motion.

I pushed down the urge to smack her ass. People, women especially, didn’t play games with me. They bent to my will as soon as I crooked my fingers. Someone else drawing out anticipation wasn’t something I was accustomed to.

I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I would.

I licked my lips as her hair bounced and flopped from the movement of the shirt being ripped over her head. I trailed my eyes over her beautiful skin. The curve of her sides, the soft indentations around her abs that told me she worked out but didn’t kill herself doing it.

“Take your hair down.”

“Are you going to touch me or make me do all the work?” She teased while her hands went to her hair. She tugged and pulled and untwisted a band in her hair until she dropped it to the floor along with her jersey.

Her hair tumbled and fell all over the place and her hands went to smooth out the wild waves.

“Don’t. You’re fucking sexy as hell when your hair is untamed.”

“It’s a mess.” The blush burned her cheeks and it was the first time since she’d begun her seductive dance that there was hesitancy in them.

I reached out and trailed my hand through her hair, tangling my fingers in it before I yanked her against my body and looked down at her.

“If I didn’t think you were so damn sexy, you wouldn’t be here. I know what I want and it’s you, as messed up and dirtied as I can possibly make you.”

Her pulse kicked up, a jump of blood beating faster in a vein behind her ear. My thumb brushed it before I stepped back and removed my own shirt.

“Your bra,” I said, when she stood frozen, staring at my chest. I flexed my muscles and made her eyes jump to mine. “Take it off.”

“Your pants,” she bravely ordered as her hands went to the back of her bra. I heard the click of the satiny fabric unsnap before she winked at me. “Take them off.”

My hands went to my hips. “I don’t think you understand who’s in charge here.”

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