Page 49 of Once Upon A Player
He tosses his shirt onto the floor, and I feast on his broad shoulders and beautiful biceps. And his tattoos. His impressive half sleeve is so hypnotic I want to tackle him onto the bed just so I can lick that stunning ink.
As he loosens his belt, my paralysis shatters, and I sling his T-shirt across the room, except my aim is shit and it hits him in the face.
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” I slap my hand across my mouth to stifle my giggle. Lucas kicks off his shorts and briefs and before I can sneak a peek south, steps toward me.
“No, you’re not.” He towers over me, and I lean back until I lose my balance and collapse. He follows me, crawling onto the bed and pinning me in place, his knees bracketing my hips and his fists beside my shoulders. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I glow, literally, from the inside out. No one’s ever called me beautiful before. Before I scuttled into my shell,cuteis the word guys used in connection with me, on account of the turned-up nose and freckles. Not that I’m about to tell Lucas that.
“So are you.” And isn’t that the holy truth.
He lowers his head, and he fills my vision as his powerful biceps flex around me. “Your hair reminds me of a sunrise.”
“You should be a poet.” I’m ridiculously thrilled by his compliment and can’t stop smiling up at him as though I’m totally star struck.Not far wrong there.
We kiss, and I wind my arms around him, loving the warm, firm texture of his skin beneath my fingers. His tongue teases my lips, and when he slides inside, I give a needy groan and dig my nails into his back.
He presses me into the bed, the hard ridge of his erection burning my stomach. I release his back and with clumsy fingers unhook my bra. He gives an appreciative grin, grasps the shoulder straps, and slowly peels it off my body. The hunger in his gaze as he devours my nakedness takes my breath away.
“Babe, your tits are perfect.”
Erotic shivers race over my skin, pebbling my nipples, and damp heat floods me way down low. I’ve never been called babe before, either, and as for the tits comment…
Okay, it might not be hardcore dirty talk, but it’s a little naughty, and coming from Lucas, it’s electrifying.
He circles his tongue around my nipple, and I arch my back, my hands fisting his bedcovers, greedy for more. “You like my tongue on you?”
Is he really asking that question? I drag open my eyes, not that I remember shutting them, and attempt to focus on him. Not an easy task, considering he’s alternating between licking the tip of my nipple, and then softly blowing air over it.
“Yes,” I croak, since it appears he’s waiting for my answer.
“Good.” His voice is rough and sends sharp darts of need between my thighs. “Because I plan on licking every inch of your gorgeous body, Violet.”
My skin burns at his promise, and I wriggle in a vain effort to relieve the heavy throb that’s consuming my girly bits.
Good grief, Violet, just call it what it is.
I can’t even remember. Not with Lucas’s words still ringing in my ears and filling every intoxicated corner of my brain.
His hands and mouth are instruments of magic, teasing and caressing as he works his way along my body. I’m shivering and burning up. I can’t lie still to save my life. And when he hooks his fingers into the band of my knickers and slowly eases them over my hips, my breath strangles in my throat.
I push myself onto my elbows and watch, spellbound, as he discards my knickers, without taking his hot gaze from between my legs.
“So pretty.” His words are smoky, and he follows them by tracing his finger along my damp crease and circling my sensitive clit. “Are you hot for me?”
I gulp. I’m not used to having to speak during foreplay. “Possibly.”
He glances up, a wicked grin on his face, and I’m dying. “Let me know when you’re sure.”
“Okay.” Are we seriously having this conversation? My hips are grinding into the bed with frustrated need, and I have the ridiculous urge to laugh. “I’ll send you a memo.”
“Make sure it’s in violet ink, as well.”
My heart melts, and I don’t have a hope in hell of stopping it.He knew I used violet ink for his invitation.
He strokes my waist and hips, dropping kisses across my stomach, and fire licks through me wherever he touches, and wherever he doesn’t, too. I grasp his hair, barely aware of what I’m doing, only knowing I don’t ever want him to stop.
“Warming up?” His hot breath scorches my skin, and then he gives me an open-mouthed kiss right on my clit.
