Page 51 of Playing for Love

Gabe

“Mia, I can’t.”

She put a finger against my lips, separating us a fraction. “Can’t commit? Don’t think about it. Think about nothing else but now, about each other, how we feel in this moment.”

Her urgent words sent a tremor through me, sent my cock into a frenzy. I took a long breath and exhaled on a groan as I pulled her in tight, pressed my cock into that perfect inward curve where her thighs met, a warm cushiony holding place until it could find its way inside. I took another long look into her eyes.

All I saw there was everything.

“Do you know how much I want you?” she asked, murmuring close enough for me to drink in the complicated heady scent of her, wafting up sweet and edgy, exotic and earthy from her juicy, aroused pussy. She licked my bottom lip then nibbled, biting down hard enough to spark a jolt through my nerves like an electric charge along a wire, swelling my cock to uncomfortable proportions.

I should step back, should turn her away. I’d be stupid to jump from the frying pan with Denise into the fire with Mia. It would be a dumbass move to have sex before a game, something I didn’t do. But as she breathed in my ear, raising goose flesh—and my cock—grinding her hips against mine, I was growing stupider by the second.

“Fuck.” I couldn’t believe I said it out loud, expressed my true feelings and desires for a refreshing change. I shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t put feeding my starving cock ahead of the team. But this was Mia. Hell, it didn’t matter what I did, I’d be letting someone down. The team or Mia. Most of all myself.

She backed off enough for me to see her smile, a note of triumph mingled with her glassy-eyed passion.

“That’s the earthy term for what I want to do,” she said.

I laughed into her mouth, then kissed her hard, not breathing until I could take in enough of her, as if tasting her lips was more important than air right now. The spiraling need took me over, nullifying any common sense I’d started with, which was admittedly paltry.

The bed was a few feet away and I wanted to be lying in it with her, naked. Lord knew my body was more than ready but my head was slower, wanting to cherish her, to experience the wonder. I took in the silky feel of her hair as I buried my fingers in the thick waves then ran them down the nape of her neck, smiling as she shivered.

I wanted to make her moan and writhe with need until she fell apart, until her skin burned my hands, until she melted all over me, clenching down on my cock with her pussy quivering and strangling me with orgasm after orgasm.

As I thought these thoughts I must have moved, because she was backed up against the bed now and I’d slipped the strap of her top off her shoulder. Her hands roved from my chest down to my abdomen and slipped to the zipper of my pants. I should have worn less clothes.

Impatience had me kicking off my sneakers as I pushed her back onto my bed. I held myself over her, kissing the shadows along her neck in the dimly lit room and I wished it was midday so I could see every nuance of her face. With my pants unzipped, she reached in and freed my cock from its confines, and I swore under my breath, blinking with the excruciating pleasure of her hands on me, around me, squeezing me, taking my measure as if she were a chef preparing a meal and I were the main course.

“Wyatt. It is true what they say?” she breathed. I opened my eyes, my cock jumping at the implication of her words, and grinned.

“And what do they say?” I pulled her top down, exposing the fact that she wore no bra. I almost didn’t hear her answer, surprised and mesmerized with the sight of her breasts, twin gifts glowing in the moonlight. I ran a finger over the round plumpness.

“How the size of a man’s cock is directly proportional to the size of his–” She broke off and moaned when I ran a finger over one nipple, running back and forth, circling, feeling it stand out tall and ready, begging me to take it into my mouth. Her nipple was conspiring with my cock in prompting me to plunge ahead.

“Size of my . . . what?” I bent my head and licked that nipple, took it in my mouth, flicked it with my tongue, tasting her skin, like cherries and almonds.

“Size of—your heart—oh Gabe.” Her voice struggled, her breathing strained, her chest heaved as she arched, shoving her nipple back into my mouth. I sucked it strong, with dizzying need.

When her words sank in, heat like a shot of brandy spread through me and I lifted my head, framed her face in my hands and kissed her everywhere: lips, nose, chin, eyes, cheeks. Her words sparked me, set me on fire with their kindness, the unexpected feeling of being known and appreciated. I was like a homeless man invited into a warm living room with a roaring fire and an easy chair waiting for him.

And then she squirmed under me, pulling her shorts down her legs, pulling at my pants.

“Let’s get rid of these damn clothes,” she said, her words spiking a sense of urgency in my system, making my cock bounce with violence, making the rest of me move fast and with the deftness that made me the gifted athlete I was.

Stripping naked, her eyes avid, she flushed and I pulled her panties, the last thing left on her, down until they reached her ankles and she kicked them off across the room.

“God, what a vision you are,” I said, lowering myself back onto the bed between her legs, feasting my eyes.

“I could say the same thing,” she said, her voice thick, her eyes intense as she reached her hand out to touch my abs, running her fingers across the ripple of my six-pack. I caught her fingers before she grabbed hold of my cock.

“Not yet. If you play with that right now, I won’t last.” I lowered my head, holding myself above her with my arms and started with her mouth, I kissed my way down her hot flawless skin.

“Gabe. That’s not fair.” She grazed her nails over my chest, up around my shoulders and neck, then wove them through my hair, sending shock waves through me with the delicate touch to my hyper-sensitive nerve endings.

“I have things I want to do to you, things I’ve been dreaming about.”

“Really? You’ve been having hot dreams about me?”