Page 144 of Home Game

Whoa. Slow down, boy. You’re not a fucking horny teenager.

But I felt like one. And I had only one thing on my mind.

When she saw my chest, the laughter died and was replaced with curiosity. She glanced up at me. “Can I touch you?”

I nodded, then watched as she tentatively put her palm flat on my stomach and then smoothed her touch over my skin.

“Your skin is so soft but these muscles are so hard.” With fascination, she dragged her fingertips over each muscle.

I captured her hand in mine. “Zoey, are you sure you want to do this?”

She squinted. “Well, I’m not sure what we’re going to do.”

Anything you’ll fucking let me do.

“What do you want to do?” I dipped my head, so I could trail my mouth along that sweet neck.

“What are my options?”

I paused and then smiled against her skin. She made everything different and new.

“Well, you could let me explore your body?”

Please say yes.

“With clothes on or off?”

I had to take a couple deep breaths. “We could try it with clothes on first?”

I laid my hand flat on her stomach.

“Yes,” she was breathless.

Thank you, God.

I kissed her delicate mouth with a patience I didn’t feel until I felt her relax beneath me. My hand slowly moved up her rib cage, pushing up her tank top to reveal creamy white skin. Her breast was small, just like she was, with the pertest nipple I had ever felt. I kissed my way down her neck, loving how she gasped. And then I caught that tiny pebbled nipple in my mouth. She arched against my mouth. I sucked and savored, teasing her with my stubble.

“Ryan,” she sounded breathless.

I moved my mouth to her other neglected nipple while the fire raged inside of me. My hand slowly, leisurely drifted down her body. I pushed it beneath her pajama bottoms.

Her entire body jerked up when my fingertips slid between her delicate folds. Her mouth opened against mine, my kiss forgotten, as Igently explored. God, she was silky smooth, hot, and wet. If I didn’t have a taste of that, I might lose my mind.

I went back on my haunches and grabbed her bottoms, tugging them down her hips.

Her eyes were so big. “What are you doing?”

She looked fucking gorgeous, lying there, her t-shirt pushed up to her chin. Her pink nipples hard and wet from my kisses.

“I thought we might try some exploring without your clothes.”

She nodded, wordlessly. Watching me with trust in her eyes while I pulled the fabric completely off her legs. Her legs slammed shut.

I kissed one sweet knee. “Tell me what you want, Zoey.”

She shook her head and swallowed. “I don’t know.”

“Do you trust me?”

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