Page 97 of Scoring the Player
I run my hands over his stomach and chest, unabashedly enjoying the warmth of his skin and the way his muscles contract as he moves on top of me.
“Dahlia,” he whispers my name as his hand disappears under the hem of my dress. It’s bunched up around my upper thigh, so it doesn’t take him long to reach my bare hip. He hooks one finger into my panties and slowly drags the material down as he continues to kiss me.
I help him get them off and then I go for his jeans. It’s a struggle to get the denim pants off without breaking apart for more than a few seconds, but piece by piece, we strip down until there’s nothing between us.
Felix drops a hand to my stomach. “You’re so beautiful.”
I soak up the compliment and the dark look in his eyes.
“About the other night,” he says, stroking the skin just above my belly button.
“Yeah?”
“I shouldn’t have left like that. I knew what you wanted, but I thought it would be easier if we didn’t have sex. I didn’t want to take that from you when we were just…whatever we were doing.”
“And now?”
“I think I was screwed long before that.” One side of his mouth lifts into a smile that I can feel when he presses his lips to mine.
“Me too.” I rest my fingertips on his jaw.
My heart bangs against my rib cage as Felix’s hands roam over my boobs, down to my stomach, my hips, my inner thigh. It’s like he can’t decide where he wants to focus his attention, or maybe he wants to focus it everywhere all at once. I feel it everywhere, that’s for sure.
When we’ve kissed so long my lips hurt, he finally reaches for the nightstand and rummages around until he finds a condom.
Felix smooths my hair out of my face and meets my gaze. “You’re sure you want to do this?”
“Definitely.” I swallow thickly and my pulse speeds up.
He rips the foil packet open, covers himself and then blows out a breath. “Fuck, I’m nervous.”
“You?” My brows lift.
“Yeah, if it sucks, I might turn you off of sex for life or something.”
I sit up, resting on my elbows. “It’s not going to suck. You and I are both too competitive to be bad at anything. Plus, you’re stupid hot, remember? If you say my name the right way, I don’t even need your big dick.”
A cocky glint flashes in his eyes and he curls forward in laughter. “Fuck, I love it when you ramble.”
“You do?”
He moves up, forcing me to lie flat. “Mhmm.”
His head lowers and he covers one nipple with his mouth. I arch into him and rake my nails down his back. He goes from one breast to the other until I’m writhing beneath him. He shifts and the head of his dick nudges at my entrance.
“Dahlia?”
“Yeah.” The word comes out in a pant.
He doesn’t speak right away, and I look up to find a playful smirk on his face. “Just checking to see if you need mybig dick.”
As I laugh, he pushes inside me. All the air leaves my lungs.
“Are you okay?” He stills.
I nod and bite my lip.
He studies my face, gauging the sincerity of my words.
