Page 91 of Playbook
“Come here.” He takes my hand and helps me off the bed. My legs are wobbly and the pulse between them won’t be ignored.
Slowly, he lifts my shirt up over my head. My bra goes next. He takes a moment to appreciate the view and even drops a kiss between the valley of my breasts before he continues. He undoes the side zipper on my skirt and pushes it down. He squats in front of me, lifts one foot for me to step out, then the other. It’s the most sensual way anyone has ever undressed me and so unexpected, given we almost had sex in his teammate’s bedroom earlier.
“Look at you,” he says, staring up at me. The only barrier between us is my black panties and he guides those down past my hips like he’s unwrapping a present that he never wants to end. When they’re gone, he just keeps staring and my skin prickles with excitement and nerves.
I’ve seen some of the women he’s been with, but surprisingly—the way he’s looking at me—I can’t find a self-conscious bone in my body.
As he stands, his hands glide up my legs to my waist and then around to my back. The tips of his fingers brush the top of my ass. With one hand, he reaches over to the box acting as his nightstand and grabs a strip of condoms. I count at least three and I hope that’s him planning ahead.
“So many things I want to do with you. I don’t know where to start.”
Before I can offer a few suggestions —namely fucking me so hard I get a concussion from my head banging against the headboard—he lifts me up into his arms and walks in the opposite direction ofthe bed.
“Where are we?—”
My question is cut off when my back hits the wall. His grin is mischievous, and his voice is all sex when he says, “Wrap your legs around me.”
I comply happily. Brogan somehow manages to open the foil and cover himself while keeping me from falling. And quickly too. I’m aware somewhere in the back of my mind that this is not the first time he’s pulled this move, but I don’t care. His past doesn’t concern me. This night is all I want to focus on. This night and this man. Morning will come, as it always does, and I’ll worry about everything else then.
My shoulder blades dig into the wall behind me, and my hands rest on his shoulders. He takes one hand and kisses the top before draping it around his neck. I move the other instinctively, and he turns his head to press his lips into the crook of my arm. “I’m not even inside you yet and I know I’m never going to want to leave.”
My stomach flips and my heart rate speeds up.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
My throat is thick with emotion and excitement, so I nod.
“I want to hear you say the words.”
“Need an ego boost even now?” I ask, voice breathy. “Isn’t my being naked and wrapped around you enough confirmation that I want you?”
His smile grows at the last two words. “Maybe I just like hearing it.”
“I want you, Brogan Six.”
“Say it again.” His mouth meets mine, stealing a quick kiss before he rests his forehead against mine.
The tip of his cock nudges my entrance, thick and hard.
I open my mouth to speak, but a groan comes out instead.
His smirk is so satisfied, and I guess it should be. I’m on the edge and he’s not even inside me yet.
“I want,” I say, and he pushes the tip in. My eyes fall closed.
“What’s that?” he teases, running his lips down the column of my neck.
“I want,” I start again, and he rewards me the same way but giving me more of him. “Oh god, I need you.”
He lets out a low groan as he buries himself completely. My legs quiver as all the muscles in my core clench around him.
“Never leaving this pussy,” he grits out, jaw tight as he begins to move. The look of raw, unfiltered emotion and pleasure on his face is such a turn-on. There’s no mask with Brogan. This is him, wanting me, being in this moment with me. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt more cherished by someone.
I want to erase those thoughts from my mind and just focus on the way my body feels, but my heartstrings are being tugged without my permission. I like him. I like how he makes me feel when I’m with him.
My thoughts are finally chased away when he repositions us and carries me back to the bed. Every step jolts us together and I’m so close that I know it won’t take long before I’m falling apart.
He lays me down on the mattress, then presses a kiss to my hip. “Turn over, sweetheart.”
