Page 64 of Dirty Player
His hand wrapped around my stomach and played with my clit, and his other hand curled around my shoulder. He had me completely restrained, completely held immobile for him except for the pressure I could put on his headboard.
I threw my head back as he thrust his hips against me fast, more powerfully. He didn’t stop until I was screaming all over again, gasping for breath as my eyelids slammed shut. My orgasm took me over the edge with a deep, slow burn that wasn’t any less powerful than it’d been earlier.
“Oliver.”
“Fucking hell.” He thrust into me, taking his hand off my clit and clamping it around my hip to hold me still while he chased his own orgasm, pumping into me with a precision and power I would think he’d reserve for the football field before he let loose his own groan. He pushed me forward so hard we both collapsed into the bed. His forehead rested against the back of my head and his groan made my scalp tingle. “Shannon, holy shit, honey.”
I trembled at the endearment that fell from his lips.
When he’d caught his breath he slowly pulled out, rolled me over, and pressed his lips to mine, ignoring the fact that I had always hated morning breath and sweat. “Good morning.”
“Mornin’,” I muttered against his lips.
He gave me a squeeze before he rolled off me and headed toward the bathroom. “When do you need to leave? Do you have to set up your booth this morning?”
I brushed my hair off my face, reality setting in. Based on the light from behind the closed curtains, I had to get moving. It was the second day of the street fair and yesterday had been crazy busy, bigger and better than anything I could have imagined.
Last night when I’d finished closing everything up, I’d met him at the hotel for dinner and ended up staying.
“Yeah.” I sighed and stretched my well-abused limbs. I had my hands above my head, pressing against the headboard and my body in a long, lean line when he walked out of the bathroom.
“Someday, I’m going to tie you to the bed, just like that and fuck you till you can’t take any more.”
My hips rolled, jumping at the thought. Oliver caught it and then swore before turning back to the bathroom, groaning and pressing his fingers to his eyes.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pushing myself to sitting and swallowing a groan. My muscles were uncomfortable and tight, a combination of sitting in the heat all day yesterday and the athletic sex sessions.
“Taking out my contacts. I keep fucking falling asleep in them and my eyes are killing me.”
He wore…glasses?
I jumped from the bed, grabbing a shirt I’d tossed to the floor before, and met him in the bathroom. He splashed more water on his face before he patted it dry with a towel and removed a pair of glasses from the drawer next to him.
And holy shit. It changed the look of him. Took him from monstrous, sexy football player to sexy, forgetful professor in a heartbeat.
My lips parted. “You’re going to have to fuck me with those on.”
His eyes crinkled and he met my gaze in the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair, messing up the shaggy top and making it wilder. “What?”
A gazillion fantasies flashed in my mind and I nodded, breathless as I answered. “Oh. Yeah.”
“You’ll get your wish. Tonight.” He turned then and pressed his lips to my cheek. “But I can’t have you late for the festival today, and I have practice. I’ll meet you in the kitchen once you’re dressed, so get moving.”
I hurried. The promise of tonight sparked all sorts of wicked thoughts in my head.
***
The sun beat down on my shoulders despite the tent covering overhead. It was going to take me months, if not years, to get used to the constant heat that made the pavement so hot that it steamed all day long.
The crowd was packed along the street, vendors set along the curbs of the arts district Festival like we were sardines.
I was hot and sweaty. I was miserable from being in the sun for the last two days.
I was also having the time of my life.
My jewelry was selling faster than I had thought possible. I’d made enough money in the last two days alone to begin to set aside a decent amount to continue not only making more jewelry, but to begin paying Beaux back for the paid lease on my building.
A week from Wednesday, my furniture would arrive from Iowa and I could finally move into my own place.
