Page 65 of Wicked Player

I barely got the question out before he had my hands pinned behind my back with one of his. His hand gripped my wrists together and he lifted his thighs. “The illusion of it.”

The pressure of his thighs forced me forward until I was up and on my knees, over him, rubbing the tip of his cock against my soaking wet center.

I pressed myself against him as he wrapped his hand around his thickness, and good gracious. The sight of him holding himself for me made my mouth drool. I wanted that dick in my mouth. In my hands. I wanted to take my time and savor the rigid feel of him.

“Condom,” I gasped, freezing right as I was there, his head at my opening.

His head pressed back to the bed, eyes closed in pain. “Get tested before the season, and we have to keep them up to date for here.”

His eyes opened then, narrowed on me, trusting me with something so important…giving me a vulnerability it was clear he didn’t give to many.

If anyone. The thought of it made my heart leap.

We were both clean. Tests were required frequently at Velvet.

“I’m on the pill.”

“You okay with taking all of me?”

A tremor rolled through me at the mere thought. All of him? I wanted nothing more. Still, that he was willing to give that to me sent a strange burning sensation to the backs of my eyes.

“Yes.” I nodded. Probably bobbed like a bobblehead. “I want that.”

He yanked me down at the same time he pushed up his hips, and he was there, sliding into me. He was so big it was painful from the mere force of it and I cried out in the beautiful mixture of too much and not enough that eclipsed every thought in my brain.

“Oh.” My head fell, gaze to our connection. Our bodies pressed together. The tightness of my stomach matched to the steel of his abs.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned. His face was a mix I knew matched mine. “Fucking hell that feels good. So damn good.”

“I’ve never…”

His eyes snapped open. Hips thrust up. “Me either. Feels fucking incredible. Now move before this ends way too damn soon.” I wasn’t given the option. His hips slammed up, forcing me down onto his shaft. With his hands caging mine, I didn’t have to do a thing.

We found our rhythm, rocking slowly. My body rubbed against him, the end of him deep inside of me, stretching me.

“Oh God,” I moaned. Hair stuck to my cheeks. My lips were parted. And below me, Gage was focused purely on me, my body. His forehead lined, such intensity stamped on his features, I rode him, needing to see him unravel for the very first time.

And it wasn’t long, wasn’t long at all before his hips bucked wildly, slamming me down on him at the same time.

We came together, and it took all my strength not to collapse to his chest while he road out the rest of his climax, eyes on me the entire time.

It wasn’t just the best sex I’d had, it was the most intense, not because of what he could do to my body and the pleasure he could wring from it, but because I knew for the first time, my heart was fully invested.

“I’ll follow you to your place. Where’s your car?”

His chest was beautiful. All rippled and thick. My gaze fell and stalled at the thick black hair below his belly button.

“Elizabeth?”

“Hmm?”

“Car?”

“What?”

His thumb and finger pinched my chin, tilted my head. Laughter danced all over his expression, twisting his lips up. “Can you focus?”

“I was focusing.”

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