Page 91 of Silver Player

“Let me see.” I peek under the quilt to discover she’s naked other than my T-shirt, and I swallow hard. “Roxanne, is your naked ass on that quilt?”

She wiggles her hips. “And if it is?”

I tug her ankles forward, forcing her to drop her knees and dangle her legs off my couch. “Then I need to see.” Only I don’t look. I let my hands explore under the covers while she holds it pinned at her chest with a fist. My fingers quickly find her bare thighs, climb higher, and then press between them. She spreads.

“Someone’s eager,” I tease, but her eyes spear me in a warning. Touch or else. “And if I don’t touch you?” I flirt, responding to her glare.

“Then I’ll take matters into my own hands.” I freeze at her words. “Like I often do.”

“Sweet Jesus,” I mutter. “Show me.”

She gasps, but I pause, curling my palms over her thighs and spreading them wider. The top of her is still covered but her knees move the quilt, allowing me a peep show of her center. Fingers come into view near a patch of dark curls, and I watch.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispers, but I’m too mesmerized to speak as two collective fingers dip lower. Her head tilts back. Her lids close, and I can’t believe she’s showing me this either, giving this to me. Watching her touch herself feels forbidden and intimate at the same time. A gift, and I realize what she’s doing. She’s proving herself to me.

“Stop,” I command, and she does. Her head snaps up, and her fingers retract. I reach for her wrist and draw her hand to me. Opening my lips, I suck at the digits just touching her. My free hand roams forward, brushing over the swollen clit, ripe and ready for taking me again. My finger enters her quickly, and her head falls back. Her fingers remain in my mouth, allowing me to lick them clean while I add another finger to my attention to her lower lips. Her legs spread wider, and she sighs.

“You’re so bad, Billy,” she cries, and I work faster, delving deeper.

“Yes, but you love me.”

Her breath hitches as does mine, and we both still. I should retract my fingers and my words, but I don’t. I press on, hoping to distract her, hoping to erase what I’ve put out there. She told me once she could love me. Could she still?

She comes as I wish, and I reach around her for her backside, tugging her to the edge of the cushions. I hike her leg over my shoulder and lean up over her. Open. Satiated. Willing. I shove down my boxers, stroking the naked tip over her folds as I did earlier, stiff and weeping to enter her bare. I continue to tease, moving in a way she coats my length.

“Tell me you want it and I’ll do anything you ask, but I want all the words. I want all your thoughts.” I want your heart.

“My thoughts?” she snarks, her eyes widening and then quickly lowering. “You can’t handle my thoughts, William.”

“Meaning?” I snap, comfortable sparring with her in this sexy position. I’m back in control. The rightness sensation when I made love to her was beginning to freak me out. Our eyes meet in the battle of wills I so love about her. She’s holding back from me. I sense it, but I’m also fool enough to ignore it because I want what she’s offering at this moment. Her.

“It means…just fuck me, Billy.” Her voice softens, a mix of lust and confusion. She wants me. I know she does, and perhaps it puzzles her. It certainly snuck up on me, but I’m all in now. There’s no turning away from her, no turning away from giving her what she wants.

Could she love me?

“Time’s wasting, William.” Her voice mocks my name, but she’s teasing me. Her hand lowers to her inner thigh again. She’s a vision, all glistening and skin. Her fingers move toward her center, but I swipe at her hand, batting it away.

“For me,” I cry like a spoiled child. “I want…” to love you, be with you, hold you. Guiding myself to her entrance, I allow only the tip before her hips tilt, and then I rush forward. She lets out a gasp, and I still, holding inside her. Hell yes. This is wild and reckless and a little dangerous, and everything I want from her.

I draw back and then ram into her, hammering at her as her breasts jiggle and her breath hitches in a thrusting rhythm. I turn my head to suck at her calf resting over my shoulder. This is insane and incredible, and I’m never going to get enough of her. My hands balance me over her hips. Her channel clutches at me, and the base of my spine warns me.

“Roxie. I…it’s gonna be huge.” I can’t last. Her warmth. Her wetness. Her saucy stare. I still and explode, silver stars dancing before me. My dick juts, spilling into her. I jolt again, and her eyes watch my face. A knowing smile greets me as she bites the corner of her lip.

“I…” I love you, I almost blurt.

Where is that coming from?

From the sex, William. You just had sex with this woman on your couch—this woman who stole your heart—and it’s messing with your head.

32

Wall sex woes

[Roxanne]

While Billy sleeps late, I’m awake early. Our internal clocks are set different as we discussed last night after round two. He’s a night owl, and I’m an early bird. I help myself to coffee and sit on the leather couch once again. I’m wearing his T-shirt with the quilt draped over me just like the night before. I might steal this quilt.

He trusted me last night with some heavy secrets, and I don’t take that lightly. I’ve been holding the secret of Sadie’s paternity for sixteen years. By not only accepting his honesty, I wanted him to know I trust him. I trust him to do right by Sadie and me.