Page 71 of Play the Game
I give her the words that went through my head when we were in the elevator as I lay a hand flat over her heart, feeling itbeat wildly against my palm. “I think there’s some big something here that has nothing to do with a baby and everything to do with you and me and the way we are together. Let me show you, Evan. Let’s show each other, because I think you feel it too.” I grip her chin, forcing her eyes to mine. “Don’t you?”
Evan nods slowly, the uncertainty in her eyes giving way to something else. Something that has my own heart matching the rhythm of hers. “I do.”
Bringing both of my hands back down, I grip the bottom of her sweatshirt. “Can I?” I ask.
“Yes.”
I smile, kissing her again as I ease her T-shirt and sweatshirt up her body, breaking the kiss to pull them up and over her head. When I free her arms, her bra falls to the floor, and I cup her heavy breasts, ghosting my fingers over her dusky pink nipples, lust snaking up my spine when Evan lets out a throaty moan and pushes her chest into my hands.
“So good,” she mutters, her head falling back against the door.
“Oh, Rhodes,” I murmur, leaning in and kissing the valley between her breasts, sucking one nipple into my mouth and running my tongue over the tight peak, smiling against her skin when she gasps. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Dropping to my knees, I curl my fingers into the waistband of her leggings, peeling them down her legs and taking her underwear with them, freeing her feet and then tossing it all to the side. I press a kiss to one of her hipbones and then the other, then the curve of her belly before I stand up and take a step back, my gaze moving over her.
Holy shit.
I thought I was prepared. I wasn’t.
Biting my fist, the noise that falls from my throat is perilously close to a whimper as I take in the fullness of her hips, her just slightly rounded stomach, her perfect tits that are begging for my mouth.
“Goddamn,” I murmur, and when my eyes finally meet hers, the uncertainty from earlier is gone entirely, replaced by heat and lust that have all the remaining blood in my body draining straight to my cock. It’s possible I do not survive this night. “You’re stunning, Ev. Gorgeous. Perfect. Mine.”
Evan’s lips curve into a sly smile, and she stands straighter but doesn’t move from her place against the bedroom door. “Am I? Well then, I guess that makes you mine, Cooper. And I think it’s time you showed me what’s mine.” She rakes her gaze down my body and back up again to meet my eyes. With a hand on her waist, she cocks a hip and tilts her head, blonde waves tumbling over her shoulders. “Strip.”
With a grin, I reach back and grip the neck of my T-shirt, pulling it off and throwing it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
“Jesus, you even take your shirt off the hot way,” she mutters.
Laughing, I think that I’ve never been so turned on or had so much fun in my life. “Only for you, Rhodes.” Pushing down my joggers and boxers in one shot, I kick them away and grin when I hear her sharp intake of breath.
“And you have a pretty dick. Who the fuck has a pretty dick?”
I wrap my hand around myself, stroking slowly. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.”
Evan shakes her head. “Not like this.”
Somehow, I know she means more than just the fact that we’ve never been totally naked in front of each other, and her honesty has me walking towards her, one hand coming to her hip and the other wrapping around her neck as I bring our mouths together, rocking my hips slowly against hers. “No,” I murmur. “Not like this.”
I reach down and wrap my hands around the backs of her thighs, lifting her up into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I pepper kisses along her neck as I walk to my bed, setting her down on the edge and getting on my knees in frontof her. With a hand on each of her knees, I push her legs open, groaning at the view of her bare pussy, already wet and glistening. “Look at you, gorgeous cunt already wet and dripping for me.” I run a finger up her seam, circling it around her clit and chuckling when she lets out a throaty moan. “Have you been like this all night?”
Evan grabs my hair with one hand and tugs my head up so she’s looking right at me, her lips curled in a smirk. The show of possession has me biting back a moan. “Pregnancy might suck most of the time, but it’s doing insane things to my sex drive. You’re really hot, and I think I’m about to be insatiable.” With her eyes on mine, she plants her hands behind her on the bed and props one foot on my shoulder, and then the other. “So, you better get to work, Coop.”
Fucking fuck.
With something that sounds a whole lot like a growl, I do exactly that. Sliding my hands under her ass, I tilt her hips up and bury my face directly in her cunt, giving her one long lick and swirling my tongue around her clit, loving her whimpers, the noises she makes as I devour her.
“You taste so fucking good,” I mumble, lapping at her, her taste exploding on my tongue as I push it inside her as deep as I can, then wrapping my lips around her clit, sucking and flicking until Evan is moaning, her hips writhing under me as she rides my face.
“Yessss,” Evan groans, her head dropping back and her feet digging into my shoulders as I hold her against my mouth, licking and sucking wildly because holy shit, that’s exactly how I feel with her arousal coating my face and her scent surrounding me and the sounds of her pleasure filling the room. I grind my hips against the bed, looking for some relief, but I know there won’t be any until I’m inside of her. There can’t be. We were made to fit together this way. “I need more. Cooper.Please,” she grits out.
I look up her body, at the small swell of her stomach, her hairstreaming behind her, and her blue eyes practically black with need, and I think that I have never seen anything more erotic in my entire life. “I know what you need,” I murmur, pushing two fingers inside of her and curling them as I bring my mouth back to her pussy.
“Holy shit, yes,” she pants, rocking her hips between my mouth and the bed, threading one hand into my hair and tugging, holding me exactly where she wants me as I thrust my fingers in and out of her. “More.” She gasps, and I add a third finger, stroking along her inner walls and wrapping my lips around her clit as her hips move frantically, chasing her release, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.
“Fuck yes, oh my god,” she cries out. “Don’t fucking stop.”
As if I ever could. Not when she’s gripping my hair like this, the ache making my cock so hard I’m shocked I don’t just combust. When she’s riding my fingers and twisting her hips to get them deeper inside her. When her tits are bouncing with every move and her muscles clench around my fingers as she climbs towards her release.
