Page 67 of Make the Play

“I was going to cook, but I didn’t want anything to take away my time with you.” Her eyes soften, and she leans in for another kiss as I carry her to the kitchen and set her on the island. I stand between her legs and reach over for the bag of takeout Chinese.

“Are we eating here?” she asks.

“Yep.”

“Don’t you want to sit down?”

“Nope. I’m going to stand right here between these gorgeous thighs and feed us both.”

“Then what?” she taunts.

A challenging gleam in her eyes appears, so I go for it. “Then I carry you to my room, strip you naked, and have my way with you.”

“You know what? I’m not really that hungry. We can skip dinner,” she says, and I toss my head back in laughter.

This fucking girl.

She gets me.

“Tempting, but I also need to make sure you’re taken care of, and feeding you is a part of that.”

“I don’t need you to feed me. I’m a big girl.”

“I know, but you’re alsomygirl, and I take care of what’s mine.” I open the container, fork a bite of fried rice, and feed it to her. We don’t have time for chopsticks. Dinner is simply the prelude to what’s to come, and we both want it out of the way.

I take turns feeding us both, bite for bite, and steal several kisses in between. By the time we’re finished, we’re both primed and ready. It could have something to do with the fact that my cock is hard and nestled between her thighs. Maybe it’s because her legs are wrapped around my waist, and we’re both imagining what that’s going to feel like once we have no clothing between us.

Whatever the reason, we’re both more than ready, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that what happens next is going to change me. Change my life forever. After pushing the empty container to the side to handle later, I lift her into my arms. Her legs are still locked tightly around my waist, and her arms do the same around my neck. She tortures me with kisses all down my neck as I make my way to my room.

Reaching the bed, I ease her back onto the pillow-top mattress, and she keeps her body locked tightly around mine. She pulls me into a frantic kiss as she buries her hands in my hair, gripping the strands. I grind my hips into hers, and she moans.

“Fewer clothes,” she murmurs against my lips.

“Hey, you changed the plan with that kiss,” I tease.

“Well, it was a nice addition to the itinerary, but now we need to get back on schedule.”

“Stand up, Corie girl.”

She releases her arms and legs so I can stand. Offering her my hand, I help her up. I take a minute to allow my eyes to roam over every inch of her. Today, she’s wearing a gray pencil skirt and a light pink short-sleeved blouse. It’s the same outfit she wore this morning, but it’s now somehow sexier since I know it’s about to be on my bedroom floor.

It’s still daylight out but fading fast as the day creeps into the night. There is a subtle glow of light filtering in through the blinds. “You’re beautiful.”

“I think that’s supposed to come after the clothes have been discarded,” she teases.

“With or without them, Corie girl, you take my breath away.” She dips her head to hide her blush, and I can’t have that. With my index finger, I lift her eyes back to mine. “Don’t hide from me.” She nods, and I drop my hand and begin to unbutton her blouse. Once I reach the final button, I slide it over her arms and move to place it neatly on the chair in the corner. It’s more time than I’d like to take, but we don’t need Landry asking her where she was and why she’s coming home all rumpled.

Her skirt is next, and I do the same with it, placing it over the back of the chair and moving back to her. She’s in nothing but a pair of white thong panties and a matching bra. I take a minute to commit this moment to memory. It’s not the first time I’ve seen her naked, and lord help me, I hope it’s not the last.

“You make my heart race,” she says, with a quiver in her voice. She grabs my hand and places it on her chest, right over her heart. The moment is still around us as I feel the rapid beat of her chest beneath my palm.

Needing her to feel that she does the same to me, I rip off my shirt, toss it to the floor, and place her hand on my chest. “You’re the only woman to ever bury herself in here.” I tap my hand over hers, which is now resting over my heart.

“Knox.” I can hear the emotion in her voice.

“I don’t know how it happened, but it’s where I’m at. I told you I’d always be honest with you, and while I won’t say the words, I need you to know you’re here with me always.”

She nods. “Yes,” she rasps, as if she also needs to voice her agreement.

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