Page 57 of Playing Hard to Get

Frankie and I gave up on shopping and headed to the stadium to catch the game. It was easy to lose myself to my thoughts while the guys played on the bright green field below. Frankie always loved the game more than I did, so she left me to my thoughts as she cheered on our boys in blue.

After the game, I begged off the after-party, saying I had some work to do. Frankie reminded me I needed to take it easy, but she didn’t put up a fight. When I was in my room, I fell asleep with my phone clutched in my hand as I sprawled across the foot of my bed.

The buzz of my phone woke me in the middle of the night. I answered as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

“I'm back, sweet girl.” Mitch's deep rumble pulled at my insides. “Do you want to see me?”

“Always,” I told him without a thought.

It wasn't until I was nearly to his door before I realized how desperate I sounded. Like I was waiting for his call, waiting for the moment I could be in his arms again. But I was. I was desperate for his touch.

The minute the door closed behind me, I was in his arms. But not like the night before. There was no clawing at clothes and fucking against the wall. Instead, Mitch held me as I clung to his bare chest. His lips trailed down my neck to my collarbone as his fingers slid the straps of my sundress off my shoulders. He walked me backward to the bed but turned us around and sat himself on the edge, looking up at me.

My dress slid down my body to the floor. I was left in nothing but my white lace bra and panties. Mitch's eyes grazed over me, looking me over like he had so many times before. There was something different. The hot desire that had always shown through his gaze was tempered. There was desire there, but his gentle gaze felt more like a soft caress.

“You still scared of me, Viv?”

I took his face in my hands and looked into those dark, dark eyes. His hands grasped my hips as I brushed my lips across his.

“Terrified.”

“Don't be, sweet girl,” he said against my lips. “Lay with me.”

He guided me onto the bed and curled me into him. His hands caressed my body, so gently, so delicately, it was like he thought I’d break. Each touch sent shivers through my body. Each kiss spread his warmth.

My hand touched his chest and I smoothed my fingers over his thick arms. When my hands trailed over his back, for once, he didn’t still. He clutched me to him and murmured into my hair.

“Don't be afraid, sweet girl. Stay with me. Make love to me.”

I whispered against the shell of his ear. “Don't leave me.”

He pulled his head back and stared into my eyes. His hands pulled me into him, his strong fingers holding me tight. “Never, Viv. You are mine.”

He moved his hands across my body as his lips pressed against mine and made their way down my throat. He peeled off my panties and unclasped my bra. He pulled his shorts off and hovered above me. His cock rubbed against my belly, drops of pre-cum dotting my skin like morning dew. He reached between my legs and stroked his fingers against my slit, rubbing my wetness through my folds, pressing against my clit. I let out a quiet moan, spread my legs a little wider, fell a little farther while I cherished his touch.

His name left me on a gasp as his fingers pressed inside of me. I grasped his shoulders and raised my hips as he strummed the chords of my heartstrings with every brush of his lips. His mouth sealed against my breast, his tongue swirling over my nipple in a beat that matched the pulse of his fingers.

The pressure built inside of me. My skin boiled against his, the deepest pleasure bubbling up and spilling out of my heart and my soul. His lips captured mine, nipped them, caressed them, teased them. His hand slid out from between my legs only to be replaced with the blunt tip of his cock. He pressed in as his tongue swirled against mine. He filled me. Filled my body. Filled my heart.

Each stroke was gentle. Each caress was loving. I touched his skin, memorizing his beautiful body, clinging to the hope that this was real, that he wanted me like I wanted him. That the love I never believed could be mine was right here, filling me to the brim.

“Come for me,” he whispered against my throat.

The words released me from every shred of control I had. Shivers of pleasure gripped me as I wrapped my arms around him in a loving embrace. The world stopped but for that moment. Me. Mitch. We came apart as one.

His body slowed. His mouth trailed kisses across my flesh. His hand skimmed across my dampened stomach and chest. He hovered over me as our bodies soaked up the sensation of each aftershock.

When he lowered himself to the bed beside me, he pulled my body tight against him. My breathing slowed in time with his. Mitch’s heart beat hard against my hand on his chest.

He looked down at me. Trailed his fingers through my hair and across my back. His dark eyes searched mine.

“Wish you could understand what you do to me.” His voice was a ragged whisper. Broken. Pained. Like when he told me about his scars. I didn't want him to descend there again.

I released a quiet laugh, running my hand low on his stomach. “I'm pretty sure I understand.”

“No, not that.” Mitch took my hand. Pulled it to his chest. “Here, Vivian. You once asked me to leave you alone. That's an impossible task. Can't stay away from you. Can't stop thinking of you.”

He cupped my cheek with his palm.