Page 68 of Make the Play

Stepping back, I strip out of my shorts and boxer briefs, kicking them to the side. I watch as Corie reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, tossing it across the room before she shimmies out of her panties, which get kicked away. The entire time, her eyes never leave mine.

“You got me naked, Knox Beckett. What did you say was the next step? You’re going to have your way with me?” she asks brazenly.

“Thoroughly.”

“Do you know the play?” she teases.

“Baby, I make the play.” Sliding my arm around her waist, I bring her as close as I can get her and take her lips in a bruising kiss. Her hands roam over my chest, and when she palms my hard cock, I know I need to take control. If not, I’m going to embarrass myself. “Careful,” I warn. “This will end before it’s barely begun.”

She tilts her head to the side. “You don’t want me to touch you?” She whispers the words, but it’s the heat in her eyes that almost brings me to my knees.

“Oh, I do, but not yet. I can’t have you thinking all I do is fumble before we get started.”

“Show me what you’ve got, quarterback,” she taunts.

“On the bed.” I smack her ass lightly, and she yelps, then giggles as she rushes to climb onto the bed. Reaching into the nightstand drawer, I grab a condom and toss it on the bed next to her before I take my spot between her thighs. “You are in control here, Corie. If you want to stop, we stop.”

“Why would I want you to stop? We’ve been building up to this for weeks. I might combust if you stop.”

“You’re going to anyway.” I smirk, and she laughs lightly.

“Prove it.”

The time for words is done. I settle between her thighs, lifting one and then the other over my shoulders before I eat her pussy like a starving man. And I am starving for her. I’ve had her like this before, but it’s always been the main course, not the appetizer. Her hands grip my hair, and she lifts her hips.

“Knox—” she pants, and I grin before getting back to work. Between my mouth and my hands, I have her calling out my name in no time as her body shakes with her release.

Placing her legs back on the bed, I wipe my face with the back of my arm and move to hover over her. I take my time trailing kisses in my wake. When I reach her, she moans when she tastes herself on my tongue.

Slowly, her eyes blink open.

“There she is,” I say.

She places her hand on my cheek, and the softest, most tender look fills her eyes. “There you are,” she whispers. With her free hand, she reaches for the condom, tears it open, and hands it to me.

My heart beats against my ribs like a bass drum. I waste no time sheathing my cock and hover over her again with my hands resting against the mattress on either side of her head. “This changes things.”

“I know.”

Leaning my weight on one arm, I grip my cock and align myself at her entrance. “You can say no.”

“Please,” she says instead. “I need you.”

I don’t know if anyone has ever needed me. I have people in my life who love me, but I’ve truly never felt like they needed me, definitely not until her. Pushing inside her is like an out-of-body experience. Even with the layer of protection between us, I can feel her warmth as her body pulses around me. This isn’t my first time, but it damn sure feels like it is.

“Tell me what you need,” I say when I’m about halfway inside her.

“Just you, Knox.”

Giving my girl what she wants, I push all the way inside and still. My pulse is racing. It’s so loud that I know she has to be able to hear it. My hands are sweaty, and my arms are trembling as I feel her wrapped around me for the first time.

My dad's words that he said to me when he sat me down and talked about the birds and the bees rings through my ears.“Son, sex is special. Even more so when you find the one woman you never expected and would do anything to be in her orbit.”He told me I’d experiment but to never take sex lightly, and although I’ve indulged in a no-strings-attached one-night fling or two, that’s stayed with me.

Especially at this moment. Dad would get a kick out of that, I’m sure.

“Where did you go?” she asks, running her palm across my cheek.

“I’m right here, where I’m meant to be.” Bending my head, I take her lips with mine. It’s an unhurried kiss, one I want to savor as I pull out of her and slowly slide back in. It’s the beginning of a leisurely, steady pass that defies the beat of my racing heart.