Page 25 of Game Changer (Hidden Attractions #2)

I enjoy watching her remove her clothes, and just like before, seeing her naked makes me feel unworthy. I don’t hide my perusal of her perky tits with perfect brown nipples or her thick thighs with a tiny gap between them. She’s every man’s dream, yet she wants me. Wants this .

She’s more than her body, so much more, but have I envisioned what she’d look like bent over for me while she takes my cock countless times? Yeah. Her ass is unreal, and she knows it’s my weakness, which is why she senses precisely what to do when she bends over her bed and gets into position.

“You weren’t slick, you know,” I say as I step up behind her. “In high school when you’d wear those yoga pants.” My fingers trace down her spine, and a laugh rumbles in my chest when she shivers. “I knew what you were doing.”

“And what was that?” She’s breathless.

“You wanted me to imagine you bent over for me like this. Did you touch your clit at night while you thought of me touching you here ?” It takes everything in me not to groan at how soaking wet she is when my fingers brush her center.

“All the fucking time.” She gasps.

I lean over her until my chest is entirely against her back. Then I dip my mouth to the shell of her ear and whisper, “Where are your condoms, Maya?”

“Top drawer,” she whimpers. “In my dresser.”

I step away to grab what I need, more than pleased to see the condom box stashed in with her underwear. Neon and cheetah print thongs greet me, and thankfully, they make my cock rage to go again for round two.

“Show me how you touched yourself.” I stand behind her, and while I rip the condom packet open with my teeth, she obliges without complaint and reaches between her thighs to circle her clit.

Her ass is distracting the hell out of me, but the sound of her wetness is enough to make me come without touching her at all. She’s aroused because of me .

“Ethan, please ,” she begs.

I ignore her, laying the palm of my hand flat on her back. “Arch.”

One word and she instantly complies.

“Do you want to know what I thought of when I saw you in those tight pants?” Her ass is up in the air now, and her pussy is drenched when I slide my cock along her slit.

It’s been less than a year since I lost my virginity to her, and yet it feels like a lifetime.

I’ll come in less than two minutes, so I want to make this worth it.

Foreplay is essential, so getting her riled up first means she’ll come quicker.

At least, I hope. “Give me your hands, Maya, and turn your head to breathe.”

“Fuck.” A mixture between a laugh and disbelief echoes through the room, but she does as she’s told. With her hands secured behind her back, I take in the sight just for a second. Black hair fanned out around her and her cheeks a rosy pink.

My voice drops deeper when I lean over to kiss her neck. “I’m going to make another promise.”

She nods, unable to speak.

“When I’m done with you”—I reach between us to grab my sheathed cock, using my free hand to keep hers hostage—“you’re never going to belong to anyone else.”

I relish the way she gasps when I fill her.

Her pussy grips me in a way that nearly pushes me over the edge, but I regain control.

Our first time was special and intimate, but my only goal this time is to ensure she doesn’t have the ability to change her mind.

I want to tattoo myself on her heart. Mark my territory. Claim what’s mine .

My thrusts are forceful but Maya doesn’t complain. She’s moaning so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire hall heard, but I could give two shits about that. I was tentative the first time, but now I want to explore.

I want to take control.

“You look so fucking pretty taking my cock like this,” I say. “Look at you. Stunning .”

“Ethan!” With her cheek pressed against the mattress, I can see how close she is. I watch her eyes roll to the back of her head before they flutter shut. Her mouth is ajar, and a puddle of drool has already formed on the comforter. “ God . I’m already so fucking close.”

“You’re mine,” I seethe between thrusts. “All. Fucking. Mine . Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasps. “I . . . always have been. Fuck, I’m—”

A wave of release sends a zing of electricity racing down my spine, and while I feel her thighs quiver against mine, I do the one thing I’ve held back from to get me to finish with her.

I glance down between us and watch her ass recoil against my cock with every thrust, and that’s all it takes to have my release barrel through me like a bull fresh out of his cage.

I release her hands and sink my fingers into her hips instead while I jerk inside her, cursing and ignoring the people who have started banging on her door, telling us to keep it down.

I’ve never felt so complete when my body collapses on top of hers, both of us sweaty and out of breath.

Maya is mine in every sense of the word, and I’m never going to let her go or let my insecurities come between us again.

She’s hot as fuck, but for whatever reason, she chose me .

I can’t keep searching for reasons why this won’t work when there are reasons why it should.

It takes me a second to come back down to reality, but I finally get the ability to roll off of her and onto my back. Maya grins from ear to ear as she scoots closer and rests her head on my chest. I’m still wearing my hoodie, and she twirls the strings before giggling to herself.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing. I just. . . . Well, I knew the sex would be good, but that was wow .”

“A good wow?”

“A very good wow.”

Pride surges within me. “I aim to please. Well, I’m trying to. Not exactly the most experienced at this.”

“Could’ve fooled me. It didn’t seem like it was your second time at all.”

“That’s because I’ve thought about exactly what I’d do, what I’d say, and how I’d do it if we ever slept together again, Maya. It was basically preplanned.”

She snorts. “Did I live up to your expectations?”

“And then some.” As I bend down to kiss the crown of her head, she runs her fingers down my chest, and the feeling of contentment I felt with her the night I lost my virginity comes back like an overwhelming force.

I’ve been searching for this feeling ever since she left.

I thought it was my bruised ego that wouldn’t allow me to find it again, but it turns out it wasn’t a feeling at all.

The source of my contentment is her .