Page 90 of Playbook
“It’s okay.” A bout of nerves takes root in my stomach. There’s nothing stopping us from finally getting naked and I’m suddenly nervous.
He stalks toward me slowly, then takes my hand. “Still want to stay?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I don’t have to hold you here against your will.” He takes my legs out from under me and carries me like a child down the hall and into his room.
Brogan doesn’t bother turning on the lights or shutting the door as he lays me down on his bed in the dark room.
“What about Archer?” I ask as he takes off my shoes and tosses them to the floor. “Will he be okay?”
“He’s most likely passed out until noon tomorrow.” His big hands glide up my legs. “What time do you need to wake up?”
“I’ll need to go by my place to shower and change, so seven-ish.”
“How about seven thirty? You can shower here.” He drops a kiss just above my knee, then follows it with a light bite on my inner thigh. “Seven forty-five and I’ll even make you breakfast.”
I sit up and run my fingers through his hair. It’s thick and a little long and soft to the touch. “How can I say no to that?”
He kisses me then, pushing me back onto the bed. His hands seem like they’re everywhere, but he doesn’t immediately try to get me naked.
“Much better,” he murmurs against my lips.
“What?”
“You in my bed. I couldn’t stand the thought of fucking you anywhere else. My sheets. My scent. My dick making you feel so good.”
A shiver rolls down my body. “Promises, promises.”
He grinds into me. The hard ridge of his cock rubs against the aching spot between my legs.
“Patience, sweetheart.”
Who would have thought I’d be the one trying to speed things up? Not me, but here I am panting and so ready that I feel like I might die at this rate.
“Maybe I just want you more than you want me.”
He stills and looks down at me, one brow cocked and a dark expression on his face. He sits back and takes my hand in his, then guides it to the front of his jeans. “You feel that? I’ve been walking around hard like this for weeks.”
“For weeks?”
He moves my hand up and down him slowly. His jaw tightens and his words come out clipped. “Every time you’re around. Seeing you in my jersey or that black swimsuit, those red heels, the little black dress, even your laugh does this to me.”
“I haven’t worn those red heels since the first night I met you.”
“I know.” He lunges for me then, kissing me harder than he had been before and with more urgency.
My hands fumble to get his pants undone and he lets me slide my hand down until my fingers are wrapped around his hard cock. He groans as I squeeze him. His reaction makes me want him even more. I love that every reaction from him is so genuine. He doesn’t hold back, so neither do I.
Pushing him back, I move so I’m hovering over him and drop my head into his lap. He pushes his pants down his thighs as I take him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he groans. He abandons the task of getting his pants all the way off and, instead, cups the back of my head with one hand. His thumb strokes over my head as I slowly glide down until he hits the back of my throat. He’s long and thick, just like the rest of his body.
“That feels so good.” He gathers my hair in his hands, so it’s out of my face. “Want to watch you take me, sweetheart.”
My pulse quickens and warmth spreads all over my body as I feel his heated gaze. My stare lifts to him. His lids are hooded and jaw tight.
A moan escapes my lips, and he shudders under me. Before I know what’s happening, he’s shifted us again so I’m flat on my back. He stands next to the bed and removes his pants, then his shirt. I swallow thickly as I take him in, in all his naked glory. Large muscles and thick ridges that showcase how hard he pushes his body regularly for football. His shoulders are broad and his thighs are impressive. He’s big everywhere. I was not prepared.
