Page 65 of Play Dirty

I can’t wait to have it inside me.

I crook a finger at him.

“We’ve waited long enough,” I whisper. My voice doesn’t sound like my own, a lot throatier than usual.

“We have.” He slowly climbs on the bed and crawls over to me. Instead of getting on top of me, he rolls onto his back and pulls me astride him. He skims his hands down my back, his touch light as a feather. Goosebumps break out on my skin and all I can do is sigh. I love the feel of his hands on me, gently caressing my skin like we have all the time in the world, even though we’ve been desperate for this moment.

For a few minutes that’s all we do.

He nuzzles my nose with his and uses his hands to explore. My back, my shoulders, my ass, and my upper thighs. We’re staring into each other’s eyes like we’re searching for answers to questions we’re not yet aware of, and it’s heady. The urgency of a few minutes ago is gone, replaced by an intimacy that leaves me greedy for more. I’ve been fucked many times. But that’s not what this is.

This has to be what making love feels like.

It has to.

Because it’s nothing I’ve ever felt before.

The way his gaze bores into mine, his eyes assessing, thoughtful, truly interested in me. The woman. Not Stevie the supermodel.

I can’t look away and I don’t want to.

He presses his lips to mine and glides his tongue along the seam. I obligingly grant access, opening so that our tongues can mate. Some of the urgency returns, but still, his caresses are like balm to my tattered soul. That feeling of safety washes over me, even as my body is in a full state of arousal—and I’m suddenly drunk on our connection.

His fingers brush across the side of my breast, my hip, and then over the curve of my ass. He squeezes my thigh, slipping two fingers between my legs and stroking the sensitive flesh.

“So wet,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Told you.” I playfully nip at his lower lip, using my teeth to tug at it.

He brings one hand up, gripping the hair at the nape of my neck and pulling my mouth to his again.

God, he can kiss.

This is seduction at its finest and I’m already addicted to it.

He presses his fingers into me, just a little, and I clench with anticipation.

Our kisses are deeper now, more intense, and I feel his erection pressed against my stomach.

“I need you,” I whisper.

“Put the condom on, baby.” His dark eyes meet mine and I fumble with the foil packet, ripping it open and somehow managing to roll it down his hard cock. I position myself over him but then hesitate, equal parts excited and nervous. My body is all in but my heart is wary—I know this is going to change things between us. I’m already getting attached and making love with him, well, that’s going to add a level of emotion I wasn’t counting on.

And yet stopping isn’t an option.

Not for me.

My hair falls forward as I adjust my hips and then slowly sink down.

He hisses out a breath, our eyes locked until my head falls forward, chin hitting my chest. He’s perfect inside me, and I moan as he bottoms out.

“Oh, fuck, don’t move, baby…” he growls. “This feels so good, and it’s been a while for me.”

“For me too,” I whisper, grinding against him, anxious for more but not wanting to rush. I have one hand on his chest, for balance, but I use the other to run my hand through his thick, wavy hair. “I’m so glad it’s you.”

His eyes soften for a moment, and he turns his head to kiss the inside of my wrist.

“I’m glad it’s us.” He shifts beneath me, putting his hands on my hips. “Take the lead, baby.”

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