Page 98 of Scoring the Player
“I’m okay,” I say. “Really.”
“Breathe.” His lips brush mine.
His kiss is sweet and soft. He moves carefully, letting my body relax and adjust so that he can push farther in. It takes a minute, but eventually the pain fades and in its place liquid warmth pools in my lower belly.
When I start to meet his thrusts, Felix picks up the pace. He pulls out almost completely before driving back in. Each time it causes a delicious shiver to roll down my spine. My gaze locks on his face. His expression is a mix of concentration, restraint, and pleasure. He’s close but holding back, trying to make sure my first time is everything I might have imagined.
I never imagined it like this—overwhelming and all-consuming.
He shifts, moving his upper body upright while still driving into me. He stares down at where our bodies connect. His fingers on one hand have a tight grip on my hip and the other splays out on my lower stomach as his thumb rubs slow circles over my clit.
“Dahlia.” My name comes out with a tortured groan. “Are you close?”
“I think so,” I rasp.
He increases the pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves and my body lights up.
“Dahlia,” he says again, and this time, it’s my undoing. The orgasm is like none of the others before. It keeps building until I think I’ll pass out with the force of it.
When I finally start to come down from the best high of my life, I let my eyes flutter open. Felix is staring down at me with a look so sweet and yet still cocky.
He kisses my stomach, then disposes of the condom before dropping onto the bed next to me.
“That didn’t suck.” I let my head fall to the side to look at him.
He laughs as I roll over and curl into him. I drape an arm over his chest, and he covers my hand with his. “Definitely not.”
“Can we do it again?”
He blows out a breath. “You’re a little minx.”
“Is that a yes?” I ask as I climb up and straddle him. I run my palms over his chest, and his hands go to my hips. I can feel him growing hard underneath me.
“Give me a minute.”
“I’m pretty sure this night is going to ruin me for casual sex. It’s not usually this good, right? I’ve sat through enough girl talk to hear terrible stories of hookups with guys who don’t know the meaning of foreplay and last all of fifteen seconds.”
The corners of his mouth lift and he hits me with one of those wide smiles that makes my stomach do several somersaults.
“What?” I ask when he just keeps staring at me.
“Be my girlfriend, hot stuff.”
“What?” My hands still.
“I want you to be my girlfriend. For real this time.” He sits up. “You’re right. Nothing about this feels casual. It never did. I want to be the guy taking you home, not the asshole sitting across the bar watching you with some other guy.”
“You want to be my boyfriend so we can keep hooking up?” I ask. “Felix, I don’t need to be your girlfriend for that. We can keep things like they are and see where it goes.”
“That’s not what I meant. Fuck. I’m not saying this right.” He wraps his arms around my back. “We’re good together. I like you. I’m pretty sure you still like me. I want to go back to hanging out like before. I want to be the guy that takes you to the party and the one that takes you home. I liked being your boyfriend. It didn’t feel fake.”
“I thought after Bethany…” My words trail off. “You said you didn’t want or have time for a girlfriend.”
“You’re not Bethany. No one is, but it’s taken me some time to realize that I don’t have to carry her issues with me. You showed me that.”
“Me?”
He runs a hand through his dark hair and blows out a breath. “I’ve never really told anyone this, but Bethany cheated on me. Lots of times, in fact. It was her thing. I wouldn’t pay enough attention to her, and she’d get back at me by kissing someone else or disappearing with some other guy at a party to make me jealous. It worked too, at least enough times that it became the cycle of our relationship. It’s why she’s still doing it because it worked in the past.”
