Page 79 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

"I do." I moaned when he lightly nipped my earlobe.

"All the teasing. You've been torturing me." He kissed my shoulder and slowly left a trail of kisses down my arm. He placed a kiss on my palm and then moved to my other shoulder. "I find everything about you irresistible."

Each kiss down my arm made me want him more and more. My whole body seemed to shiver when he kissed my opposite palm.

"So if you want more, I'll give you more." He kissed the inside of my ankle.

With each kiss he placed up my leg, I felt the familiar pull in my stomach that only he could seem to give me. That desire so deep down that it was all I could focus on. God I wanted him. I had never wanted him so badly.

He slowly repeated the process with my other leg, torturing me. He pushed my dress up and kissed the inside of my thigh.

"Rory," I panted.

He stood up and put his hands down on either side of me on the table. "One day I'd like to own my own restaurant. Definitely Italian cuisine. I don't know if that'll be in five years or twenty, but eventually it would be nice. That's what I really want."

I smiled at him, even though he couldn't see it in the dark. "I knew you had dreams."

"And what do you really want, Keira?"

For you to love me back. "I want to write articles that are actually meaningful, instead of fluff pieces. I want to inspire people to change and take action. But I like the idea of working toward happiness, like you said before." I took a deep breath. "You make me happy, Rory."

He didn't say anything for a few seconds. "You make me happy too."

It was like he was confessing that he wanted me to be a part of

his future. I grabbed his tie and brought his lips back to mine. He was kissing me like he loved me back. I buried my hands in his hair. I didn't care that there was a wedding going on outside or that we were in a custodial closet. All I cared about was him.

He pushed my dress the rest of the way up my thighs. I lifted up my hips as he hooked his thumbs in the sides of my thong. I could just make out his hazel eyes in the dark. They were the only eyes I ever wanted to look into again.

His fingers traced the insides of my thighs as he slowly pulled my underwear down my legs. "Maybe we should go to a hotel." He kissed me along my clavicle bone. "The smell of bleach isn't very romantic."

"No." My voice sounded so needy. "I want you to fuck me right here."

He pulled the zipper of my dress. "Keira, I'm not going to fuck you."

What is he going to do to me then? The straps of my dress fell off my shoulders and his experienced fingers quickly unhooked my bra in the dark.

He pushed something off the table behind me and it clattered to the floor. The smell of fake lemons filled my nose. It smelled like the cleanser I used to mop my floor. His lips on mine brought me back to him. He let one of his hands slide to my breast and he squeezed it as he lowered my back down on the table. His lips wandered from my mouth, down my neck, and onto my other breast. I felt his teeth lightly tug my nipple, and it was as if the sensation was somehow reflected in my groin.

"Rory," I moaned.

"I love when you say my name like that." His fingers brushed against my clit, making my whole body shiver. "And I love how wet you always are for me." The tip of his index finger slipped inside of me, making me moan again.

I wanted more. No. I needed more. My hips rose, trying to meet his hand, but instead, his hands fell from me. I was about to protest when I heard the rip of foil. A second later he spread my thighs and brushed his fingers against my clit again.

"Rory," I panted.

He grabbed my ass and pressed the tip of his massive erection against my wetness. "And I love how tight you are." He slowly began to slide his length into me. I wasn't sure what I had been thinking last night. There was no way I could ever quit him. I loved every single inch of him.

He leaned down and kissed me again, soft yet passionate. I reached up to touch his chiseled abs, but he was still wearing his shirt. My fingers fumbled with the buttons until they met his happy trail. I ran my hands along the contours of his six pack as he slowly thrust in and out of me.

I waited for him to move faster as he continued to kiss me, but he kept his slow pace. I loved when he was rough with me. I didn't think there could possibly be something better than him fucking me, pushing me to my limits. But this was better. He was being slow and gentle and intimate. He's making love to me. Oh my God, he's making love to me!

I grabbed both sides of his face and deepened our kiss. When he said he wasn't going to fuck me, I hadn't realized what he meant. He loved me back. And it was the best feeling in the whole world. I wanted all of him. I ran my hands down the back of his suit jacket and grabbed his ass. I needed more.

He groaned into my mouth as he thrust himself deep inside of me.

"Yes!"

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