Page 67 of Scoring the Player
Okay? Is she serious?
“Definitely. I’m not done kissing you yet.”
“Oh.” Her face lights up. Tipsy looks good on her. Cheeks flushed, big, goofy smile, and eyes only for me.
“Want another drink? More flip cup? I bet one or two more wins and you could make Brogan cry.”
The party is still going strong outside, but we both stopped drinking some time ago. Her, because she didn’t want to ‘get so drunk she wouldn’t remember kissing me’ and me, because I couldn’t hold a beer and grab her ass with both hands at the same time.
“No.” She shakes her head with a small laugh. “I don’t think I have it in me.”
On cue, she yawns.
“Come on. It’s been a long day.” I take her into my room, then grab a water and some Advil. “Take these before you fall asleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep yet. I was promised more kissing.”
“Okay, then take these before I kiss you again.”
She does and then climbs onto my bed.
Fuck. I rub at the back of my neck. Her blonde hair fans out over my pillow and her long, bare legs curl up on top of my comforter. I know she has shorts on, but it seriously messes with my head thinking about sliding my hand up her smooth thigh and underneath my baggy sweatshirt to find her completely bare.
“Tonight was amazing.” She spreads her arms out wide so that she takes up most of the bed. Her head falls to the side to look at me. “Did you have fun?”
I kick off my shoes and then press one knee onto the bed, holding myself up over her. “I had a great time.”
The happy smile that curves her lips hits me square in the gut. I really did have a great time, and I want to keep having a great time, but worry is trickling in that I’m taking things too far. I know she wants me, but we’re jumping lines I never intended to cross. At the same time, I feel like it was all inevitable. I was never going to be able to spend time with her and not want more and more.
She brings a hand to the middle of my chest. “What are you thinking?”
“So many things.”
“That you want to kiss me?”
I nod.
“And get me naked?”
So badly.My cock strains against the front of my jeans. I give her another nod.
She sits up, forcing me back onto my heels. I’m too busy staring at her perfect mouth and soulful dark blue eyes to realize what she’s doing until she lifts the black sweatshirt up and over her head. My gaze goes to her chest. She glances down and laughs, then slides the straps of her still unhooked bra down each arm and pulls it out from underneath her tank. Her nipples poke against the thin white fabric of her tank.
When it looks like she’s going to take off the last layer, I stop her by taking her hands in mine and pinning them above her head. The movement pushes her onto her back, and I cover her body with mine.
“If you take off that shirt, then it’s game over.” My dick is crushed between us and throbbing.
“And that’s bad?” Her chest rises and falls quickly.
“I told you, I’m not done kissing you yet.”
I love kissing her. It’s fun and playful, and somehow competitive. Who can drive the other crazier. And that somehow pushes away any shyness from her. When my mouth covers hers, we’re just two people that can’t get enough of each other. She claws at my shirt, trying to bring me impossibly closer, and meets my kisses with the same frantic need coursing through me.
It’s hard to remember to take things slow when I want to claim every inch of her, but I do. I kiss her long and slow until her fingernails dig into my biceps and she lifts her hips to get the friction she so desperately wants.
I roll off her but keep kissing her. My dick is leaking in my boxers. If she keeps rubbing against me, I’m gonna come in my fucking pants.
“Felix,” she rasps, tearing her puffy lips away from mine.
