Page 99 of Playing the Player

My chest rises and falls with shaky breaths as I continue to stand here. I can hear the wooshing sound of my pulse in my ears.

Maybe I should have called first? He’s probably not even here. Would he even let me in if he was?

One knock, Sash. That’s all it would take. Just put yourself out of this misery and knock!

My hands are slick with sweat and I have to shake them a few times to stop the trembling but it’s no use.

I’ll go home. I need to think this all through and then I’ll come back. I wouldn’t even know what to say if he did answer the door. I have nothing prepared, and I’m always prepared. Fuck, this was a stupid idea.

My feet finally move and I turn to leave, but the door swings open and a large chest collides with me. A strong arm wraps itself around my waist before I land on my ass with a loud, bruising thud.

“Sasha?” Conor breathes in disbelief. He doesn’t let go of me immediately. Instead, he stares at me as if trying to figure out if I’m real or not. Slowly, he releases me and takes a step back, his eyes searching every inch of my face.

“Hi, Conor.” Seeing him after all this time hits me like a punch to the chest. I thought missing him had hurt. I thought loving him from a distance was unbearable. Being this close to him now is so much worse as all of my feelings come rushing back, stronger than they ever were before.

“You’re here.” His words are barely above a whisper.

“I…” My throat tightens. Everything I wanted to say to him, every word, disappeared the second I saw him. “I’m so-sorry.” I stutter. Looking at him is making all words seem impossible.

He’s standing there in a pair of grey sweats, bare chest and a backwards cap. He is every woman’s wet dream. “I,” Get yourself together woman! “I can go if you’re busy.”

“You’re here.” He repeats, blinking rapidly as if this is all a dream.

Why am I so nervous? I came here to tell him I love him. I came here to tell him I’m ready, but suddenly I can’t even remember how to speak. “I’m here.”

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. “Are you here for the reason I think you’re here?” The question tumbles out in a rush, his words tripping over each other. It almost makes me smile.

He’s nervous too.

“I hope so.”

“Say it.” His eyes are pleading with me, so much hope shining within them. God, I’ve missed those ocean eyes. “I need you to say it.”

I inhale a deep breath before I speak, smiling up at him and softening my voice. “I’m ready, Conor.”

The words barely leave my mouth before Conor is on me. He grabs the backs of my thighs, lifting me and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. His lips are on mine, both of us needing this more than we need air.

I’ve missed this. The feeling of his mouth as it moves against mine. The feeling of his tongue as it slips past my lips. The feeling of his strong arms as he holds me tight against him. The feeling of his hardness as it rubs against where I need him most. Fuck, I’ve missed all of him.

Conor walks us backward, slamming the front door and taking us down the hall towards his room. He lowers me onto his bed, his body moving on top of me and not once does his lips separate from mine.

Our tongues collide as our mouths move in perfect sync. He tastes so good, mint and something else I can’t place. His lips move down my jaw and my neck. “We should talk.” I pant as he sucks on the sensitive spot beneath my ear. I arch my back into him and moan, the sensation causing liquid heat to pool low in my stomach.

“Okay.” Conor says, but he doesn’t take his lips off me.

“I need to explain why I ended things.” I rake my nails over his back earning me a low groan that makes my clit throb.

Conor leans up on his arms, those beautiful deep blue eyes staring into mine. “All I need to know right now is that you’re fully ready to be with me.”

“I won’t run again.” I promise and it’s all he needs to hear. He leans down, taking my mouth again but it’s more gentle this time. There’s more passion and intimacy and love, everything we never got to say put into one kiss.

Moving his hands down my body, he grips the hem of my shirt and pulls it up. I lift up, allowing him to move it over my head. Throwing my shirt onto the floor, his eyes rake over me. I’m so glad I decided to wear cute underwear today. It’s a light pink, lace bra that makes my boobs look unreal and I’m wearing a matching thong. Conor’s eyes flare with heat as he licks his lower lip.

“As sexy as you are right now, I need to take this off.” He pulls me up so I’m straddling his lap. I grind against him, the movement causing a perfect friction against my pussy. Conor unhooks my bra, peels it down my arms and then lies me back on the bed again. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Sash.”

He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and pinches the other one between his fingers. Wetness floods my panties from how fucking good it feels to be touched again.

I can’t control the sounds that are spilling from my lips as Conor takes my other nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the hard peak.