Page 36 of The Game

“Yeah?” My once stopped heart thunders against my ribs, and my fingers twitch. Do I want to try something dirty? If he asks, would I? My eyes glue themselves to his lips. “Like what?”

“We can start out slow.” He drags me against his body and his breath fans across my face. “I can tie up your wrists and your ankles. Once I have you restrained, I can lick every inch of your sweet body.” His finger trails along my jawline and then slides down the length of my neck. “Then, I can slide my cock into your tight, sopping pussy.”

The sensation of his touch sends tiny shockwaves across my flesh. My nipples tighten until they’re almost poking through my t-shirt. Being bound has never sounded sexy. But the things he’s describing sound enticing as hell. “I can’t say I’ve ever considered it before, but you’re intriguing me.”

“Everything about you captivates me.” He places his lips over mine and slides his tongue along the seam of my mouth.

I moan and part my lips so he can dive inside. As his tongue strokes along the length of mine, I sag against him and hold on. Every time he’s near me, I lose another piece of my restraint. Soon it won’t matter what he asks, I’ll gladly give it. He’s searing himself into every fiber of my body.

He groans and leans back. “What am I going to do with you?”

I wink. “It sounds like you’ve got some good ideas.”

He swallows but doesn’t move. “Do you mean that?”

“Sure.” I shrug. “Why not? I trust you.” The fact we’re discussing BDSM sex and trust after one night together is mind-blowing. It’s not like I have a background in kinky sex, and we’re meeting at a sex club. Why do I trust him this soon? It should scare me, but it doesn’t.

“Thank you.” He raises his arm and glares at his watch. “I wish I had time to express my appreciation of your trust. It means a lot to me.”

“Gunner, you’re an amazing guy. Lots of people trust you. Your teammates depend on you. Your family thinks the sun shines out of your ass. Hell, the city acts like you’re the next coming of a dead musical legend. Why wouldn’t I trust you?”

“Because they worship a sport’s star doesn’t equate to you, trusting me with your bo

dy. I’m playing a game. Yes, I want to be the best player I can possibly be, but that’s not the same as being intimately close to me. I don’t allow a lot of people into my inner circle.”

“And, I’m in your inner circle?” I cock an eyebrow. I get loud and clear; we’re close together. Our bodies are touching, but does he want something long-term?

“Dani, I really like you. I want to get to know you better. I feel like we could have something special together.”

“I do too.” I gnaw on my bottom lip. “But what about your celibacy pledge?”

He smirks and grabs my hips. “I think we blew that up.”

“I don’t mean that exactly.” I chuckle. Obviously, we’ve been burning up the sheets, so he can’t claim a regrown hymen. “I’m aware we used almost an entire box of condoms.” My breath catches and sweat breaks out on my forehead. Holy shit. My eyes widen, and I blink to counter the dryness.

“What?”

“You didn’t use a condom in the shower, did you? I don’t remember you putting one on.”

“Fuck.” His hand drops from my hips, and he stands motionlessly. “I completely forgot.” He steps back and paces the room like a caged lion. Then, he stops in mid-step. The expression on his face is a mixture of what appears to be worry, anger, fear, and something else. “Dani, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been irresponsible.”

“Hey, it’s not just you. I was there.”

“If you get pregnant, we’ll deal with it together.” He frowns. “That came out wrong. I don’t mean I want you to have an abortion or anything. I just meant; I’d be there. With you. I wouldn’t abandon either of you.”

Damn, he gets better every second. “Thank you.”

“And, I promise to be more aware of what I’m doing in the future. If you aren’t pregnant, I’m not rushing you into anything.”

“Okay.” I stare at my feet. “I wouldn’t try to trick you into a relationship.”

“You don’t have to trick me. I consider us already in a relationship. Unless you don’t want to be in one.” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jogging shorts.

“Gunner, I would love to be your girlfriend. That’s not a problem. The issue is you don’t date during the season.” I lick my lips. “If you want to wait until the season is over, I’m good with that. I know this year is important to you.” My stomach rolls. I’m okay with it. I must be okay with it. Shit. I’m not good with it.

To have a taste of heaven on earth with Gunner and then lose him will be devastating. I’ll wait, but there’s little likelihood he’d still want me months from now. Someone else will come along and catch his attention. It’s not like I’m the most fascinating woman in the world.

“This year is important, but not as important as you.” He wrinkles his nose. “Of course, I say that when I have to run. If I don’t leave now, I’ll be late for the meeting. Coach won’t cut me any slack just because I’m the quarterback.”

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