Page 20 of Cocky Player

I laughed and shoved my face into the crook of her neck, kissing her.“Yeah, angel.That was better than okay.”

We restedfor a few moments before I rolled off her.“I’ll be back.Let me go clean you up.”

“Oh.”Such a simple sound of surprise and she looked down her body.“Thank you.”

I grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the sink.After I cleaned her up, I headed back to the bathroom and took a piss.Then took another minute to calm down.

This was the moment women went on their way with a gentle command from me that didn’t allow room for anything else.It was the last thing I wanted to do.

I came out of the bathroom to see her back to me.She was no longer wrapped in my sheet, but sliding her dress down her body.

Something tight and hot squeezed into my chest at the sight of her.She was leaving.Seemingly unrushed, unhurried, but walking away from whatever in the hell it was we’d shared together.

“I thought you’d stay.”

At my words, she jumped, head whipped around, all that glittering reddish-blonde hair a wave flowing behind her shoulder.“Hey.Well, yeah.”

She was new to this.One-night stands and quick hook-ups and for a moment, I admired her bravery, the confidence in the straight line of her back and somehow, now, not fidgeting in the least.

I still wanted to throw her on the bed and cuff her to me so she couldn’t go.

Forcing myself to adopt a casual stance, I leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, head tilted and plastered on a smirk.If she knew it was all fake, she didn’t show it.“Perhaps I wasn’t done with you yet.”

I had been.But for the first time in as long as I could remember, I wanted to hold a woman in my arms.Cuddle her.Ensure she was okay after all we’d shared because I was rattled.

What in the hellhadwe just shared?A hand job.Kisses.I finger-banged like I’d done to my first girlfriend at the age of fourteen.

It was nothing in the giant realm of everything sexual.The basics.

There was nothingbasicabout the way Brenna moved and gasped and clung to me.

“Oh.”She licked her lips.Hesitant.Her gaze slid to the doorway before coming back to me.Something about her nerves settled me.She wasn’t leaving.

She was escaping.For tonight, I’d let her.It was probably for the best anyway.

“I was teasing, Brenna.You wore me out.”

A brief smile.“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I drawled and pushed off the door and stepped toward her until my hand was at her cheek, brushing hair behind her ear.“You were exquisite.A natural, though.”

“It wasn’t, too, umm…elementary?”

Odd how I’d thought essentially the same thing.Yet now with my hand on her, it still felt anything but.“Perfect.I promise.”

“Okay then.”Another slide of her gaze to the door and I stepped back.If all this had shaken me so badly, I could only imagine how unsettled she possibly felt.

“Let me take you home?”

“I’ve already ordered a ride.”

Of course.Innocent but self-sufficient.“Then let me get some clothes on and I’ll walk you out.”

It was late.The last thing she’d do was sit huddled on my doorstep like a girl I’d shagged and kicked out.

Before she could declare it unnecessary, I grabbed my boxers and pulled them on along with the pants she’d shoved off earlier.And then I was remembering…the push of her hands down my thighs.Her nails at my wrist while I slid my fingers through wetness no man but me had tasted, touched, reveled in.

Fuck.This was ridiculous.I shook the thought out of my head, steadied myself, and grabbed a T-shirt from my dresser on my way out the door where Brenna was already sliding back into her heels, shoving her phone into her purse.

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