Page 87 of Scoring the Player
“Are they now?” I palm her breasts and her eyelids flutter closed.
“Mhmmm.”
I sit up so I can bite her nipple through the soft material.
Her head falls back, and she arches into me. She’s stunning. So fucking sexy. I liked her before, timid and unsure when I was around, but I love being the one to see her like this more— confident and asking for what she wants.
I run my hands over every inch of skin, following it with kisses.
“Felix,” she murmurs as I tug her down onto the bed and roll on top of her. Her voice is husky and her skin flushed with desire. Her dress is bunched up around her neck and her chest heaves with each breath.
“I’ve got you.” I kiss down her body and settle between her thighs. I run a finger slowly down the center of her panties, then lick the wet spot, tasting her through the material.
Her body trembles as I hook my fingers into the small band around each hip and pull them down so she’s completely bare to me.
“You do have me. I’m basically putty in your hands,” she says, eyes closed.
I push her legs farther apart with my shoulders and run a finger down her slit. I do the same slow motion with my tongue.
“Oh my gosh.” She cries out. “You’re so good at…everything.”
My plan to take it slow is quickly tossed aside as she threads her fingers through my hair and gives the strands a tug.
I’d be lying if I said that some primal part of me loves that she’s never done this with anyone else. I want to watch her experience all her firsts, but I’m not enough of a prick to take all of them from her knowing what we’re doing might end tonight. This will have to be enough.
So I give it everything I have. Getting her off is my new favorite sport. She comes apart whimpering my name with her legs tight around my face.
“Oh wow,” she says, body going limp as she finally lets go of my hair. “That was… wow.”
“Wow is right. You taste so good.” I run my tongue along my lips.
A sleepy smile pulls at her lips. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
I dive for her, kissing her deep so she can taste herself on me.
“Believe me now?” I ask when I pull back.
“I’ll believe whatever you want if you keep kissing me like that.”
I chuckle and move to the edge of the bed to put my shoes on. “I’d love to, but I have to get going.”
She sits up. Hair rumpled and lips puffy. “Now? Tonight? You aren’t staying? I thought…” Her voice trails off and all the plans she had for us tonight flash through my mind. Maybe I am an idiot for not having sex with her. My dick certainly seems to think so.
“I have to get up early for practice.” I brush my thumb along her bottom lip, then lean forward and press my mouth to hers.
“This is really it, isn’t it?” She brings her knees up to her chest and hugs them.
“The last month and some change were a blast. You were the best fake girlfriend I’ve ever had.” My chest aches as I think about the truth of those words. She wasn’t just the best fake girlfriend, she was the best girl I’ve hung out with, period.
She smiles. “You were the best fake boyfriend I’ve ever had.”
Summoning every ounce of willpower I possess, I stand. “I left you something on your desk.”
“What is it?” She tries to see around me.
“Just something so you don’t forget about me.”
“Impossible,” she says, then her voice lowers. “We’re still going to see each other and hang out sometimes. Right?”
