Page 36 of Flag On The Play
It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and I’m feeling off my usual game of pure confidence. I’m standing here in nothing but black lace panties, my heart racing like I just sprinted across a football field.
“Fuck, Nova,” he murmurs, the words barely more than air.
I smirk, needing to ease the tension humming between us. “You gonna stand there staring all night, QB? Or are you gonna do something?”
He lifts a brow, that cocky grin playing on his lips. “I was giving you a moment. You know, to admire how lucky you are.”
I roll my eyes and laugh, even as my skin burns under his stare. “Oh, trust me, I’ll keep the memory for when you inevitably piss me off again.”
He closes the space between us in a heartbeat, his hands warm and firm as they settle on my waist. “Then let’s make it a memory worth keeping.”
He kisses me again, lifting me and pressing my back against the wall. I wrap my legs around him as my fingers sink into his hair.
His mouth trails down my body, and I moan. I feel his grin before he breaks the kiss.
I search his heated eyes as he carries me to the bed, and we both fall onto it. His big, rough hands are moving over my bodyas mine get busy getting his pants off. He kicks them off, along with his boxers, and I quickly push off my panties.
Every inch of him is built like a goddamn fantasy. Thick biceps that twitch when I graze them, veined forearms that make me wonder how many times he’s caught a pass with one arm and broken hearts with the other. His thighs? Jesus. They’re massive. Solid. Built from years of pounding the field, and I feel them tense as my hand slides down.
He’s warm and taut and completely in control, and the worst part is, he knows it.
“Enjoying yourself?” he murmurs, voice like gravel and sin as my nails skim down the ridges of his abs.
“I’ve touched smoother concrete,” I tease, even though I’m practically drooling.
He grins. “Careful, Nova. Keep touching me like that, and you’re not leaving this bed anytime soon.”
God help me because I don’t want to.
He pins me under him and searches my eyes without a single word. It has the fire burning beneath my skin, bursting into an inferno.
He grabs my wrists in one hand and pins my arms above my head as he kisses a trail from my neck down to my breasts. He traces my hard nipple with his tongue, and I arch off the bed.
“Fuck, I’ve barely touched you and you’re panting already.”
“Still cocky, huh?” I breathe out.
“Always,” he mumbles against my skin.
He sucks, kisses, and bites at my tits like no one ever has. I try to move my hands, but he tightens his hold as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I moan out as he bites down.
I’ve never had someone worship my breasts this way before. It’s intoxicating and has me wanting, no, needing more. I lift my hips, grinding against him, and this time he moans against me.
He lets go of my wrists, and I grab onto his hair as he lifts his head to look at me. I pull, and he follows until his face is right above mine.
I grin as I push him onto the bed and climb on top of him, straddling his lap like I have a point to prove.
“I’m still in control,” I say.
He grins, running his hands up my thighs. “Then take what you want, Nova.”
I grind against him and feel the sharp inhale he tries to hide. It gives me a rush of power. He may be the king of the field, but right now, he’s mine.
“You talk a big game,” I murmur, brushing my lips along his jaw. “But can you deliver?”
“I don’t throw interceptions, sweetheart,” he whispers, flipping me onto my back in one smooth move. “I always score.”
