Page 33 of Power Play
He laughs, and it’s breathless and raspy, and then he’s moving lower, kissing down my thighs before his mouth finds me properly. I gasp, one hand flying to his hair, gripping tight.
“Jesus…okay…yep…that’s…wow,”
He hums like he’s smug as hell. I kick him lightly in the shoulder, then immediately regret it because he retreats, smirking up at me with flushed cheeks and wild hair.
“You’re gonna regret that.”
“Try me.”
He does.
He slides back up my body, mouths at my collarbone, nips at my earlobe, and then he asks “Condoms?”
“In the drawer,” I answer, quirking a brow.
“Preparation is sexy.” He kisses my jaw as he pulls open the drawer and retrieves a small foil packet.
“Boy Scout?”
“I earnedallthe badges, baby.”
I laugh, and he kisses me again, slower this time. When he pushes inside me, it’s a stretch and a burn, and something that makes mywhole body arch into his. We move together as though we’ve done this a hundred times, as if weknoweach other already, which is insane, because wedon’t. Not really.
But in this moment, it feels like we do.
He mutters something into my hair, something that sounds like a curse and a prayer all at once. I dig my nails into his shoulders and meet him thrust for thrust, gasping every time he hits just right.
“Jesus, Murphy…”
“I know.”
“Shut up…”
“You shut up,”
“Harder,”
He groans, biting down gently on my shoulder as he obeys. We crash over the edge together not long after, breathless and a little stunned.
For a long time, there’s just the sound of our breathing and the faint hum of the streetlight through the window. He rolls off me but keeps an arm slung around my waist, pulling me into the curve of his chest like Ibelongthere.
So dangerous.
“You okay?” he murmurs into my hair.
“I’m fantastic.” My voice is sleepy now
“Good.”
There’s a brief pause.
“That was...” he starts.
“Unexpectedly excellent?”
“I was gonna say ‘life-changing,’ but sure, let’s start modest.”
I laugh. “You areimpossible.”
