Page 51 of Unforgettable Player

He snorts. “This—off,” he says, tugging at my t-shirt.

Something about him communicating in little more than grunts turns me on more than I can say.

Connor’s chest heaves as he looks down at me, his lips parted. His tongue snakes out as his eyes meet mine and my breath catches.

I keep waiting for him to run out of patience. For him to show me that he’s just horny, and I’m here. A naked and willing body.

But when he comes down to join me, he does so slowly. Resting his elbows either side of my head and looking at me before he kisses me. He lowers his hips enough for his cock to brush against mine. Our breath catches at the same time as we sigh into each other’s mouths.

The fan still spreads delicious, cool air over my skin as I wrap my legs around Connor’s waist. He takes it as an invitation and presses his whole body against mine. I moan into his mouth at the contact.

He pulls away only to brush his lips across my cheek and down my neck. His hips grind in a lazy motion between my legs. My skin starts to overheat despite the fan. When I brush my fingers through Connor’s hair, it’s drenched in sweat.

I let myself be greedy. Do it for the lonely, nerdy kid who wanted Connor Ryan so badly he would have done anything for even a fraction of this.

I hold on, gripping his shoulders as he thrusts his hips, his cock and chest sliding against mine. Still clammy, still unbelievably hot.

“Connor.”

“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it. Anything.”

“Condom, drawer.”

His hips still and he looks down at me.

The hesitation stops me in my tracks. “If you want to….”

“I want to,” he says, brushing my sweaty hair off my face. “Sure you want to?”

I nod. “I’m not a virgin.”

He growls. “Don’t make me jealous.”

I blow out a disbelieving laugh. He’s seriously jealous? “I’m sure they won’t have anything on you.”

“No pressure.” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Trust me.”

His eyes soften. Does he know how impossible it would be for him to do anything wrong? How he’ll automatically be the most memorable sex of my life because it’s him?

He brushes the softest kiss anyone’s ever given me across my lips before coming up onto his knees to open the drawer.

My heart pounds as I watch him rifle through the nightstand for a condom. Is there anything in there I don’t want him to see? When was the last time I went through it?

Before I can tailspin, he has a condom and is opening it with his teeth, careful to keep to the corner so he doesn’t put a hole in it with those fangs. I don’t need any confirmation that Connor Ryan is sexually experienced, but it still makes my chest ache a little to imagine him with someone else. Tearing a condom wrapper open for them, moaning for them, fucking them.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He tosses the empty wrapper onto the nightstand and starts rolling the condom over his cock. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Connor Ryan silhouetted by the moonlight, cock hard, lips parted, eyes glassy, naked and getting ready to fuck me.

He looks down at me when he’s fully sheathed. “Still okay?”

“Yeah.”

He picks my leg up and strokes my calf, bending down to kiss the insole of my foot before moving up to my ankle, knee, thigh. I laugh when he reaches a ticklish bit.