Page 41 of Broken Play
He simply says, in broken breaths, "We have all night, Sutton. And you may only give me one night, so I'm going to memorize how your nipples peak. How your back arches when I suck you into my mouth. And I'm going to show you how perfect you are..." His words trail off as he pulls us skin to skin.
It feels as if he's promising me more than pleasure.
He wants to heal me.
TWENTY-ONE
GREYSON
Kissing her lips and her skin is my new favorite pastime. Football is now a distant second. I'm falling so hard. Been falling since the night I met her.
Sutton Anders has taken over every nook and cranny of my mind. After learning what she's survived—and feeling her pressed against me, barely dressed—there's no going back. Sutton Anders has my heart.
Every time she exposes the full column of her neck with her hands pressed against my chest, my breath catches at her beauty.
"Stand up and take off your pants," I say in a half-commanding tone.
"Only if you do," she teases.
I lift us both from the couch and set her feet on the plush rug. I take her hands in mine. "Sutton, I want you, but if this is in response to what happened, I'll wait. I want you on your terms... when you're ready."
Her chest rises and falls fast. "I'm tired of fightingthis."
"Last time we kissed, you said it was a mistake. That one word stole the air from my lungs."
She presses onto her toes, her hands on my shoulders to keep steady, vulnerable and wanting. The weight of the abuse she's carried and the pain she confessed has me wanting to take it slow and let her know that she's more than tonight, but she says, "I was wrong."
"You're safe with me, but if I ever see him lay a hand on you again, I'll make sure he never plays tennis again."
Her face softens even more. "I only want to think about you... and me... naked."
She unbuckles my belt and pushes my boxers to the floor, then her jaw drops. "Umm, that surprises me," she says as she stares at my erection.
My brows furrow. Am I smaller than she expected? Damn, I think I'm hung. "Not big enough for you?" I ask, half teasing because if it's not—that's a massive blow to the ego.
"I thought you would wear boxer briefs. The performance kind."
This brings a smile to my face. "Have you been thinking about my dick, Sutton?"
She stammers, "No... umm... okay, yes."
"You're such a good girl. But if you must know, I wear boxers after games because my junk has been in a cup for four hours. So, I like to hang loose." Then I drop to my knees and take her pants off along with her plain cotton underwear. I'm not complaining; she makes the tighty-whities look like the most exquisite, sexy fabric on earth.
I kiss her thighs and run my fingers through her folds. I'm in heaven at the sweet smell and need to taste her in the worst way, so I lift her leg over my shoulder. She's hesitant and starts to say no, but the word dies on her lips when mytongue swipes, separating her folds. Soon, she's pushing my head in deeper and panting my name. I suckle her budding nub between my teeth. Her fingernails dig into my scalp. Her body goes rigid as she comes all over my mouth. I lick every drop until she relaxes.
I stand and wrap my arms around her waist, never wanting to let her go but knowing she may rethink this tomorrow. Tonight is my only chance to prove how much I want her and how good I can make her feel. "That's the best nightcap I've ever had." I grin into a kiss.
She stops.
"What? Have you never tasted yourself?"
Embarrassed, she shakes her head slightly.
"Well, babe, you don't know what you've been missing." I give her an open-lipped kiss without tongue until she's desperate for more.
While we kiss, I sink back onto the couch, drawing her with me. She settles onto my lap, her body fitting perfectly against mine. The heat between us is palpable, every movement slow and deliberate, making me ache for more. The slick evidence of her arousal coats me, and I shudder, gripping her waist just a little tighter, as if I might lose my mind if I let go. My tip hits her clit as she moves back and forth, and she lets out soft mewls, driving me crazier. The way she's lost in the moment is for me—like she's starring in a one-person movie, just for me.
"I could do this all night," she says in a shuddering breath.
