Page 67 of Cocky Player

I took her cries with my mouth, forcing myself to stay still.Any movement and I’d ruin all of it.

“Give me a minute.”I shook from restraint, but my need grew.The need totakeandrutmixed with the desire to go slow and love and be tender with her.

“Move,” she whimpered, face shoved into my throat.Her hands slid up my slackened back, digging into muscles at my shoulder.My ribs, back down to my ass.“Please.It feels…so good.”

Shit.I wanted to stay rooted deep in her forever.

I listened to Brenna and prayed like hell my craving to protect her would override my desire to thrust into her like a wild animal.I moved slowly, propped myself up on my elbows so I could slide one hand down and rub my thumb against her clit.

She clenched around me, letting out a sound full of vowels, completely guttural.

The sexiest sound to vibrate through the room.And then I was done for.

She ripped me apart and bared me open and somehow stitched me back together in a way I would never be the same after this.Would neverwantto go back to unknown women and emotionless sex.

I rolled my hips, played with her clit.I gritted my teeth as she tightened and pulsed around me and she clung to my biceps as I went harder.Faster.Sliding in and out of her until the room was filled with the scent of our sex, the sounds torn from our throats.

“Shit,” I groaned.“So damn good, Brenna.You feel amazing.”

“I’m close,” she cried, nails digging into me.There wouldn’t be a place on my body she didn’t mark by the time we were done and it was so fucking satisfying I only went harder.

Deeper.I took my finger off her clit and grabbed her hips, adjusted our position so I could go deeper.Like I needed to find her soul.Or the parts of her that craved me as much as I needed her.

“Connor,” she cried out, and she lost it.I took her over the edge and watched every etched expression on her face, the bite of her lip, the tightness around her eyes and shock on her face as shecame and came and cameand I drove her through it, increased my pace so I could finish and when I did, I shouted her name, fisted my hands into the sheets at her side and shoved so hard deep inside of her she cried out and pulsed around me again.

Holy fucking shit.

I would never recover from this night.Never recover if she walked away from me.We hadn’t just had sex.

It was indescribable.And completely necessary for my life and my heart.

Twenty-Three

Brenna

I wokeup before the sun rose, unable to fall back asleep.Connor slept next to me, his leg draped over me like a heated electric blanket, his breath soft and comforting at my neck.

God.This man.And what he did to me the night before.My muscles ached like I’d spent hours in the gym.Everythingached in a delicious way.

I would remember last night for the rest of my life and it was so much more than anything I could have expected.So much better than it would have been in the back room at Glitz with him holding me against the wall.

Although at the memory, I added that tomust try soonlist.

I closed my eyes and exhaled, slid out of bed as my stomach rumbled.Careful to be quiet to not wake Connor up, I grabbed the polo shirt he threw on the floor last night and shimmied into my panties.Tiptoeing out of his room, I was careful not to make a sound.He left for training camp in less than two days and had been practicing and working out hard and then even more so last night.

He needed his sleep and I had some overwhelming urge to take care of him.In the kitchen, I dug through my purse I’d dropped on the counter the night before and pulled out my phone charger.I’d come prepared to spend the night at his place and grabbed the toothbrush I’d packed along with a small toothpaste tube.Phone plugged in, a quick scan showed nothing important to return.A text from Gina with a raised eyebrow emoji and the only wordSofollowed by a dozen question marks could definitely wait.

I brushed my teeth in the hallway bathroom and used the restroom, heading back to the kitchen where I dug through his fridge and pulled out eggs, some bacon.He had bread in a box out on the counter so I grabbed the butter and peanut butter from his pantry and as quietly as possible, dug through the cupboards until I found skillets and mixing bowls.

His condo wasn’t large, surprisingly small and it still surprised me that someone with as much money as Connor, someone who could afford anything, chose such a simple place, decorated it even less.

Probably just bachelor life.But I also knew he’d come from very little.Maybe he recognized that it wasn’t thethingsyou surrounded yourself with that made you happy.

I only hoped I made the list of people in his life who enriched it.

Always.

He’d muttered it in my ear right before he took the most precious thing I had to give and more than saying it, he had meant it.His promise had reverberated down to the soles of my feet.I wanted to be that for him and give him everything I had, everything I possibly could.

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