Part 10 (2/2)
”Now, tell me,” he demands, his fingers tracing the curve of my nether lips. I nip at his bottom lip, and he grins before pressing his sweet lips to mine. It's an intense, lengthy kiss, one that hits my soul and has me crawling on top of him. Sliding his hands along my a.s.s, he squeezes. ”Man, are you gonna make me work for an answer?”
”I should.” I grin, laughter bubbling at the base of my throat. ”But truth is, I couldn't resist your pickup lines.”
”I knew it,” he says roughly, his hands at my hips, then my ribs before cupping my breast. ”They get girls every time.”
”I bet,” I sing, and his head falls to the side.
”Don't believe me?”
”No, you are no player.”
His eyes widen. ”No?”
”Nope.” I brace my elbows on his chest before leaning my chin on my hands to look down at him.
”How did you come up with that a.s.sumption?”
Leaning on one hand, I reach down, running my finger along his jaw and lips. He nips at my finger, taking it between his teeth and causing me to hiss before he grins, letting my finger go. ”Meanie.”
”You like it.”
I do, so much so, I lean down and take his lips with mine. Cupping my face, he runs his thumbs along my cheekbones as we kiss, his touch so familiar, so sweet. He kisses me like we've been doing it for years, and that sort of thing should scare me. Instead, it fuels me for more. I deepen our kiss, pressing my chest to his. When his c.o.c.k comes up against my a.s.s, I move down, sliding my wet center along the length of him, and he responds by tightening his fingers around my waist.
Man, he feels so good.
So thick.
So big.
”Trouble,” he murmurs against my lips. ”You're f.u.c.king trouble.”
I grin against his lips, my fingers sliding into his hair as I stop. ”Want me to quit?”
”Never,” he says gruffly. ”But I want to know why you doubt my player game. I should let you know, I'm a big deal.”
My lips curve. ”I have no doubt, but you're not a player.”
”Why do you say that?”
”How many people have you slept with?”
His brow quirks, his eyes locked on mine. ”Why?”
”Proving a point.”
”Fine, seven.”
”And you're what? Nineteen?”
”Yeah.”
”If you were a player, it'd be much higher.”
”Maybe I'm just getting started.”
”Sure, but then you wouldn't care that there were no sheets on the bed or that I wanted the lights off. You would have f.u.c.ked me anywhere, and with no cares. But you took the time, not only to please me, but to make sure I was comfortable.”
”Hm,” is his answer and I smile at that.
”You're a wannabe player, and honestly, I don't think you're up for the game.”
That has him scoffing at me. ”Really?”
”Yeah, you're too good. You have a good heart, but you're c.o.c.ky and think you have to prove something, but you don't.”
”This coming from someone who has known me for maybe five minutes.”
”Um, it's at least an hour, thank you. And I can read people, which is why it wasn't hard to get me into bed. I knew I wanted you, and I won't lie, there was a moment when I wanted out. But you looked at me, and I knew if I asked, you'd let me go.”
”I would,” he promises. ”I wouldn't force anything on you.”
”Because you're no player. I've seen bad, believe me. The wickedest of the wicked, and you're not that. You're a good dude, one who loves s.e.x and women, and who I am to hate on that?”
Moving his hands up my back, he threads his fingers in my hair, bringing me down until our noses mash together. ”I see only one woman right now who I want to have s.e.x with.”
I grin, our breath becoming one. ”Just remember I don't do relations.h.i.+ps.”
”Because of the wickedest of the wicked players you've come across?”
”Exactly,” I say to his teasing tone, my hands coming up his chest. ”Plus, you don't want that. You have goals, plans, and I wouldn't fit into that.”
His eyes lock with mine and I can't move. The lights outside are going mad, lightening his face every second. His look is so intense, so beautiful, almost as if he is thinking I could fit into his plan. But then, that's insane. He can't be thinking that.
Look away, Avery!
I look down, sucking in a deep breath as his hands come up to cup my face. ”You're right, and I also have a player status to keep up with.”
I smirk. ”Wannabe player.”
He laughs at my correction. ”Small details. Now, kiss me.”
”Now?”
”Right now,” he says, taking my mouth with his. His grip on my hair is tight as he kisses the living stuffing out of me. I thought I would have p.i.s.sed him off with my a.s.sumptions of him, but apparently I didn't. He still wants me. And there is no way around it-I want him too. Tearing his mouth from mine, he sits up, pus.h.i.+ng me down onto his c.o.c.k, but he doesn't enter me. Instead, he takes my lips with his, his tongue moving in my mouth, invading my s.p.a.ce, and I'm not stopping him.
I need it.
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