Page 66 of Playing Dirty
“So what I’m gathering is…you just enjoy sneaking around. Maybe have a bit of a thrill kink? Get off on the possibility of being caught?”
“There is that distinct possibility,” I reply truthfully. “But there’s also your well-being to consider. You’re deep in enemy territory, you know.”
He pulls back and frowns, his brows knitting together. “This is about some stupid rivalry?”
Yeah, maybe I should’ve kept that tidbit to myself.
“It was a joke.”
“Liar,” he says with a laugh, not missing a beat. “But I’m glad to know you like me enough to not throw me to the Timberwolves.”
I snort and shake my head. “Barely.”
There’s a dangerous gleam in his eye when he whispers, “Maybe I’ll have to find a way to convince you.”
NowthatI like the sound of. A whole fucking lot, actually.
Especially when his mouth descends on mine in a scorching kiss that has me curling my toes on the laminate flooring. His hands are everywhere, tugging at my clothes while he starts to undress me. I do the same, flicking open his belt and shoving his jeans to the floor with a single, swift move. The only time our lips part is to rip our shirts from each other, but they come crashing back together seconds later.
I snake my hands up to the back of his neck, dragging him in for more now that we’ve stripped down to nothing but our underwear. His hands take full advantage too, skimming and skirting over my bare skin before wrapping around my waist and hauling me flush against him.
I moan when I feel the ridge of his erection pressing against my lower stomach, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips, deepening the kiss. Pillaging my mouth and stealing the breath straight from my lungs.
My fingers sift through the dark strands of his hair, desperately trying to hold on through his onslaught, only to find another patch of sap, andI break away.
“Maybe we should shower first?” I ask, panting slightly. “You’re still kinda sticky.”
When I meet his gaze, I find him gaping at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“You made me climb through the window so I wouldn’t be seen by any of your roommates, but now you’re gonna let me walk through the house so we can screw around in the shower?”
I release a breathy chuckle. “Relax, it’s right across the hall.”
It’s not the best option, but it’s not like I’m taking him down to the kitchen to grab a snack or something. Besides, Cam is the only one I’m really worried about running into up here, but he’s not home, and Logan hardly ever leaves his room.
“Mhmm,” he muses with a soft hum. “Well, then lead the way, I guess.”
Clad in only our underwear, we slip across the hall as quietly as we can manage and then quickly lock ourselves behind the safety of the bathroom door. I barely have the chance to flip the water on before Madden’s mouth finds mine again.
He’s all teeth and tongue, licking and nipping at my lip in a way that sets my blood to a boil. Creates a living, breathingneedfor him beyond my control. It’s been like this since I got my first taste of him—it’s a majority of the reason I ended up on his doorstep like a fucking fool not even a week ago—and honestly, I doubt it’ll go away anytime soon.
And now that I have him here? I’m not sure I want it to.
Somehow, in the mess of groping and kissing each other mercilessly, we end up naked before stumbling into the shower. Our mouths are still fused at the molecular level as the spray drenches us, falling over our heads and cascading around our joined lips.
My hands are everywhere, mapping his body, clawing at his skin whilehe backs me into the tiled wall of the shower, crowding me until the only thing I can feel is him.
His skin heating mine, his lips devouring me, his cock grinding into my hip.
It’s all-consuming.
“You’ve got me naked in your shower,” he mutters against my lips. “Now what are you planning to do with me?”
God, where to start?
“I think I…”
I trail off when his palm rubs over my length, my train of thought being completely derailed by the friction. All my brain cells rerouted to one thing—coming.
