Page 85 of Tempting the Player
He stops kissing me again. He must be insane.
“Say it again.” The vibrations of his deep voice rumbling from his chest shoot straight down to the throbbing between my legs.
I know what he wants from me, but I don’t answer him right away. Instead, I slide my palm along his jaw, enjoying the way his stubble pricks my fingertips and wondering what it’d feel like against my most sensitive areas.
He waits me out, holding me but not kissing me until I tell him what he wants to hear.
“I said, I’m sorry. Then I told you I was going back to sleep.”
He drops me onto the mattress with a sexy glare. “Not that.”
I consider toying with him more, but it’s in direct contradiction with how badly I want him to kiss me again. “I want you, Hendrick. Kiss me. Fuck me. Make me forget my name. And yours.”
One knee drops to the mattress, and he hovers over me. “Don’t forget my name. I want to hear you scream it.”
My pussy clenches. I reach for the front of his sweats, but Hendrick catches my hands and lifts them over my head against the bed.
“Keep them here,” he says as he places a kiss on my collarbone.
“On the mattress? Where I can’t touch you? Seriously?” I huff and shoot him an exasperated scowl. The man holds out on me forever and then isn’t going to let me touch him?
He meets my needy gaze. “You wanted me to kiss you, and that’s damn well what I’m going to do.” His lips drop to my stomach, just below my belly button, where the T-shirt he gave me to wear has ridden up. “You’re gorgeous splayed out underneath me. I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.”
And he’s forgiven.
I squirm as he continues down my body, brushing his lips over every inch of bare skin. I ball my hands into fists to keep from moving them where I want—on him. “And fuck me?”
“No.” He delivers the news with a slow lick across my hip bone. “Tonight, I just want to kiss you.”
Frustration bubbles up my throat and comes out in a mix of a groan and cry. His mouth is amazing.
“Did you just growl at me?” He cocks one brow while wearing a pleased smirk at my desperation.
“I need you,” I tell him honestly.
That smirk falls into a determined, serious expression, and Hendrick burrows himself between my thighs. From that position, he looks up at me, then pushes my T-shirt up, uncovering my chest. He groans when he realizes I already took off my bra.
He lets out a breath that skirts over my sensitive core. His palm glides down between my breasts, then his thumb teases one nipple. My back arches and I press into his touch.
“So beautiful,” he says so quietly I’m not sure he meant me to hear. He lets his hand roam over my stomach, down my hip, and all the way to my ankle.
Finally, he loops one arm under my knee and pushes my legs wider. He stares up at me as he nips at my inner thigh. I can’t keep still a second longer. My fingers find his thick hair and I scratch my nails lightly over his scalp.
I’m so keyed up that I jolt when his tongue flicks under the side of my panties. He pulls back and I give his short strands a tug.
“Taking your frustration out on my hair?” he asks as he moves his attention back to my hip bone.
“You’re teasing me.” I moan and pull harder. He reciprocates by biting me in the same spot he just kissed.
“I’m not teasing you. I’m savoring.”
My insides melt. Hendrick goes back to kissing me everywhere but where I want, and I lie back and try not to combust. I’m writhing beneath him and pulling on his hair so tight that I might have given him a bald spot when he has mercy on me and slides two fingers over my center. He rubs me through the satin material of my panties until they’re damp, then hooks one long finger under the hem.
“You’re perfect,” he says as he shifts to drag my panties down my legs.
His praise makes me feel lightheaded.
He holds my panties in one fist and leans up to take my mouth. I kiss him with everything I have. I want him to know how badly I want him, how frustrated I am for more. He meets me with the same urgency surging through me. We’re a mash of teeth and tongues, trying to get impossibly closer.
