Page 61 of Game On
So gorgeous. So completely mine, at least for a while.
I sit up, too, hands automatically reaching out to touch her as our lips meet again. She knocks me back down, a light push that sends me sprawling on the bed. She takes advantage of my stunned state, crawling on top of me, straddling my waist. Her dark hair cascades around her, creating a curtain that blocks out everything else.
All I see is her. Ella Davies. The girl with a whole world of color in her eyes.
Her fingers trace down my torso, drawing a line of heat across my skin. My breath hitches as she reaches the waistband of my jeans. She hesitates, glancing up at me through thick lashes. “I hope you’re ready,” she says. “Because I don’t do things by halves.”
I swipe a loose strand of hair from her face. “Oh, darlin’, neither do I.”
My heart thuds against her palm as she unbuttons my jeans with her free hand. My chest rises and falls with shakybreaths, and I grip her hips, a silent plea in my eyes. A promise that this will be worth it.
The room suddenly feels hot, the air almost too thick to breathe.
With a wicked grin, she leans down until our foreheads touch. “You the one that’s nervous now?” she teases, slowly inching down the zipper of my jeans.
A matching grin slides onto my face before I flip her onto her back. “No, you?” I counter, my voice a mere whisper against the shell of her ear.
Her laughter is throaty, rich with amusement. “Not even in your dreams, Fox.”
My lips trace the outline of her jaw, then wander down to the hollow of her throat. A sigh escapes her as I continue my journey, exploring her soft skin with every kiss. I run my fingers down her sides, pressing into the curves of her naked waist.
“I’ll take that as a challenge,” I say, and then our lips crash together, teeth clashing and hands roaming. I nip at her bottom lip, making her gasp again, and use the opportunity to deepen the kiss. The taste of her is just as good as I remember—sweet as sugar, sharp as citrus.
I could kiss her for hours and never once get bored of it. I could spend the rest of this year mapping her skin, learning her reactions, finding the places that make her moan and squirm. And if luck will have it, I might be granted the chance to do just that.
Her fingers are in my hair again, tugging gently, guiding me where she wants me to go. I fumble with the clasp of herbra, cursing under my breath when it refuses to cooperate. She chuckles, a soft, sweet sound that warms something deep within me. Then she reaches behind herself, undoing the clasp before tossing the scrap of lace aside.
I lower my head to press a kiss to her collarbone, sucking gently on the skin there. She digs deeper into my hair, her back arching off the bed. I continue my tortuous journey, trailing kisses down her neck and chest until I reach her breasts. I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, and she lets out a moan that goes straight to my cock.
“You’re not playing fair,” she murmurs.
I just chuckle against her skin. “Yeah, well, I never agreed to that.”
I switch to the other breast. Her hips buck up against mine as I tease and taste her. Eventually, I can’t resist the pull any longer. My hands move lower, skimming over the top of the lacy underwear. She’s wet, and the warmth seeps through to my palm.
“Fuck,” I rasp. “Really missed this pussy.”
She chuckles, and it vibrates under my lips. “What makes you think she missed you?”
My eyes leave the sight of her underneath me to meet her gaze. Hazel eyes glint with mischief, but beneath that there’s a warmth that stirs my heart and tightens my gut. “Just a hunch,” I say.
Her fingers trail down my back, nails scraping lightly against my skin. A shiver runs down my spine. “Still not sure how I feel about your hunches.”
She leans back on her elbows, her laughter morphinginto a gasp as I slide her panties to the side, a finger slowly pushing inside of her. I watch her face carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort. But all I see is pleasure, pure and unadulterated.
“Maybe this will change your mind,” I murmur against her skin, my breath fanning over her neck.
Her eyes flutter close and she arches into my touch. The sweet sounds she makes go straight to my already throbbing cock, taunting me. Begging for me to fill her up.
“Yeah, that’s good,” she breathes out, her voice hitching as I curl my finger. I love how vocal she is, how she’s not afraid to express herself, to tell me exactly what she wants. It makes me want to please her even more.
I slide a second finger inside of her, my thumb grazing her clit. Her body responds immediately, her hips shifting, thighs squeezing my forearm. I’m mesmerized by the flicker of pleasure that flashes across her face, every whimper and sigh fueling my own desire.
She’s already so wet, so ready for me, and I have to fight against the urge to bury myself deep inside her. But I manage to exert some semblance of self-control.
Taking my time, I tease and stroke until she’s a writhing mess under me. “You want me to use my tongue, baby? Lick you the way I did that first night?”
“No, I just … I want you to just …”
