Page 21 of Playing for Keeps
She tilted her head as if she were actually considering what he’d just said. “And then what?”
He cleared his throat because the instant answer was definitely going to be a bit on the side of crude. “Then we do whatever we feel is best…to find relief…with each other.” Del had never wished for a positive answer more than he did at this exact second. He wanted to hurry her thought process along by taking a step toward her. But he didn’t. Crowding her, forcing her, in any way was definitely not his style. He’d wait until she came to him, or asked him to come to her, whichever came first. But he’d suffer while waiting. It was insane and he couldn’t explain it but there it was.
“Our friends,” she said quietly. “Our lives. Everything could be ruined.”
“Or we could be great. Just one time we could give in to what we mistakenly created and I could give you pleasure. You could give me pleasure. Just one time,” he stated. Or was he begging? Pride was easily out the window because he didn’t take the words back. He couldn’t.
“I’ve never looked at you this way before,” she admitted. “But now, I can’t stop looking at you and wondering…”
“Needing.” He finished the sentence for her, knowing exactly how she felt because he’d been feeling the same way. In fact, he was struggling to resist the urge to reach out and touch her at this moment.
“Yes,” she replied in a hushed whisper.
“One time, Rylan,” he said and took a tentative step toward her before stopping. “Don’t you want pleasure, just this once?”
She immediately nodded as if the words just wouldn’t come, but at the same time, desire wasn’t an option.
“Then you can have it,” he said with a sigh of relief. “We can have it.”
And then he could finally get her out of his system, because Del didn’t like wanting something he couldn’t have—not at this point in his life when he’d sacrificed so much.
“We can have it,” she repeated and eased away from the truck stopping a few inches away from him.
“We can,” Del said before all his control was lost and he wrapped his arms around her slim frame, pulling her close. His palms pressed against her back at the same time that his lips crashed down over hers.
She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, tilting her head and opening her mouth to the warm touch of his tongue.
They were really doing this.
In the garage after hours.
Rylan was going to have sex with Del.
Well, alrighty then!
His close-cut hair felt so soft against her fingers as she held his head tightly in place while they kissed. His lips were strong, his tongue masterful as it pulled her in deeper, arousal seeping through her with every second of their embrace. Her thighs were already trembling, like she couldn’t wait for this to go further even though she still couldn’t believe it was happening in the first place.
“Are you sure?” she asked when the kiss was finally broken as he’d pressed her back against the truck.
His fingers were moving rapidly to pull her t-shirt from the band of her pants. In answer to her question, Del lifted her arms high above her head. He locked gazes with her and pulled her shirt up and over her head, tossing it somewhere on the garage floor. Rylan shivered as the cool air hit her heated skin. Behind the thin material of the sports bra she wore, her nipples instantly hardened. As if her body were sending him a signal, Del’s gaze immediately dropped to her breasts.
“I’m damn sure,” he said, his voice raspy with desire.
Her pussy clenched at his words, her breathing hitched and a feeling of power and adoration soared through her entire body. She pulled the bra up and over her head, leaving her medium-size breasts bare to him. He stared down at the twin mounds with their pebble-hard dark brown nipples and licked his lips. Damn, she loved how he was looking at her as if he’d never seen anything as pretty, or perhaps perfect. She’d never really thought of herself as a sex symbol but she knew she liked sex and had always been keen to what pleasured her. Right now, watching Del’s lips part and his hands lift in a slow-motion journey to touch her breasts lightly had her gasping. He gripped them lightly and she wondered for a second if he was wondering if they were real. Of course, they were, nobody would pay money for boobs her size. Still she was proud of her B-cup tatas that were high and firm. When Del closed his eyes while closing his fingers around them and moaned, she figured he was satisfied with them as well.
Rylan took that moment to touch Del’s cheek, wondering why she’d never thought of how it would feel to get her hands on him in this way. Her palm rested against his strong jaw, the tickle of his beard rubbing against her skin. He turned into her palm, touching his lips to the spot, while his hands slowly kneaded her breasts. She pressed her other hand against his chest. He wore a black leather jacket over his red Game Changers polo. She could feel the toned outline of his pecs through the material. His kisses moved to the inside of her wrist and up her arm, until his mouth had found its way to one tight nipple. She sucked in a breath the moment his tongue touched the hardened bud.
He took her nipple into his mouth with the same fervor in which he’d kissed her moments ago. She arched into him, pressing her breast further into his mouth as if she were feeding him. Why did his tongue feel so good wherever it touched her? When his teeth scraped over her nipple she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. On a ragged moan she shoved at his shoulders until his mouth and hands released her breasts. With hurried motions she pushed his jacket off, vaguely hearing the muffled sound of it falling to the floor. Guided solely by need at this point, she yanked the polo and the undershirt he wore over his head and tossed them both to the floor. Now their chests were bare. Del went back to her breasts and Rylan reveled in the feel of his bare biceps beneath her fingers. He was so hard all over, from his shoulders down his arms, to the bulge of his dick she could feel as he thrust against her. She let her head lull back until it tapped the window, giving him unfettered access to her breasts while her hands familiarized themselves with every hard-sculpted inch of his upper body.
She felt like she was looking at one of those fitness magazines and imagining how the toned male bodies would feel to her touch. Now, she knew. Hot flesh over turgid muscle felt glorious. His mouth devouring one breast while his hand worked the other was like an added bonus, one that was going a long way to bringing the desire Rylan had been feeling these past few days to a boiling point.
“I want you right here. Right now.” Del groaned when he pulled his mouth away from her.
His voice was deeper, his eyes darker as he looked down at her, again asking her permission. Rylan hadn’t been sure how to act when he’d so blatantly told her he wanted her minutes ago, now, however, she knew exactly what she wanted.
“Then take me,” she replied and let her hands fall to the buckle of his belt. “Right here. Right now.”
“Yeah,” he murmured and forcefully yanked the button of her jeans. “I am.”
