Page 61 of Filthy Player
“Beaux—”
“Need you. Want you here. So no matter where I am in this house, I can look right here and remember you letting me do what I want to do to you.”
Her body shivered and she pressed her lips to mine before turning the rest of the way.
“Hands on the wall.”
She complied. I ran my hands down her arms, and fuck there was nothing sexier than seeing her in a shirt bearing my number.
“I want to fuck you wearing nothing but this shirt,” I groaned, reaching around to her front to undo her jeans.
“Jesus,” she whispered. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Have no fucking clue.”
It was the truth. When I was around Paige, my brain malfunctioned. As soon as she was in my arms, animal instincts took over. The urge to claim, mark, make her mine in every possible way.
Doing it while she’d already marked herself as mine was hot as fuck, and my dick was punching against my zipper, searching for her heat.
I flicked open the button on her jeans, ripped down the zipper and while I shimmied her jeans and panties over her hips, I pressed my chest to her back. “This okay, though?”
My hand slid to her stomach, dipped to her folds. She mumbled something incoherent, but she was nodding.
Good.
“You’re already wet.” I kissed her throat, nipped at her ear. Jesus. I was turning into a damn animal and I didn’t give two shits. My fingers slid through her wetness, spreading around her moisture.
She rocked back against me, shoved her ass right against my erection, and I tapped her feet with mine. “Open wider. This is going to be hard and fast, baby.”
“Damn,” she whispered. “I’m already close.”
She always was. The girl went off like a rocket with a short fuse. Talk about boosting a guy’s ego.
With my other hand, I reached beneath us, struggling with my zipper and undoing my pants. I shoved them down to my thighs and freed myself, pushing against her while driving her crazy with my fingers.
“Fuck,” I groaned, pressing my forehead to my shoulder. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Pill,” she gasped, rolling her body against me. One of her hands disappeared from the wall and she wrapped it around my cock, stroking it. “Please. I trust you.”
Fucking hell.
Ungloved.
I didn’t date women long enough to experience it and I was always careful. I was never going to be the guy who knocked up a woman.
She must have sensed my hesitation because her hand stilled and she turned to look at me, question clear on her face. “Do you trust me?”
“I’m clean. I trust you, it’s just I’ve never—”
“Yeah?” she asked, and her hand started moving again. “Never?”
God. She was going to make me come in her hand. I pulled back but she gripped me tighter, just the perfect amount of pain and pleasure, zinging straight to my balls. “Always careful. And I’m clean, Paige.”
“I like the idea of you never having this before me.”
Fucking hell. This girl.
I leaned in and kissed her, teased her clit more and slid two fingers deep inside her to make sure she was ready for me. Hell, I was nervous. This was intimacy at it’s closest.
