Page 49 of Good Girl’s Guide to Love (Guide to Love #4)

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How can I say no to that?

I can’t. And I don’t.

My mouth is back on hers in an instant. It’s only been a minute, but I already miss her sweet taste. How her body was starting to come alive just from my lips.

She’s so fucking soft and so fucking flawless.

Her curves have made my mouth water since the second I felt her against me in that hospital before she ended up on the floor.

But now that I have her here? Getting to feel her body under me?

My hands just starting to explore the flare of her hips?

She’s even more perfect than I realized.

My hands have a mind of their own as they start wandering her body. They’re about to go under her shirt, wanting to feel her skin more than I want anything in this moment, but I need to make sure she knows one thing.

Because I might know what she needs—and I do—but this is her show. And she needs to know that.

“If there is anything I do that you’re not ready for, you stop me. Immediately. Do you understand?”

Her eyes look drunk as she nods. Only this time she’s not drunk off cinnamon whiskey. It’s me. And she’s just getting her first taste.

“No, Ainsley. I need you to say it.”

She cups my face into her hands. “I will. I promise.”

“Good girl,” I say, feeling a weight off my shoulders. “Now I promised you fireworks. I think it’s time for the first show.”

I watch as her crystal blue eyes darken as I tug her up, pulling her to my lap, taking my time as I pull up her fitted T-shirt and toss it to the floor.

I suck in a breath as I stare at the vision in front of me.

Tits that I can’t wait to have in my hands on—and more so in my mouth—stare at me as they are held in by a white lace bra that is so Ainsley, yet so fucking sexy, I might come right now.

“Fuck,” I groan, my mouth on her chest like a magnet is pulling me toward it.

I place slow, lingering kisses across the top of her chest, her back starting to arch as I take my time. My hands slowly start pulling down her straps before I reach around with one to take off her bra. The fabric falls away from her, and I guide it down her arms before completely removing it.

“Even more perfect then I imagined.” I cup each in my hands, loving the weight as I bring one to my mouth.

I feel her body tense and then start to writhe against me as I start sucking on her peaked nipple. Her hands are now in my hair, pulling ever so gently as I move my mouth to the other, wanting to make sure it has just as much attention.

“Linc…” My name dies on her lips as I start flicking her nipple, her back arching so much I need to move my hands just to make sure she doesn’t fall.

Shit, she’s so responsive. So expressive.

How the fuck did Dr. Dipshit, or any other tool she’d been with, not realize that Ainsley wasn’t enjoying herself?

This girl hates lying; I doubt she was faking orgasms.

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, taking my mouth away for just a second so I can watch her face as I tease each of her nipples.

“Yes,” she breathes. “But I want more.”

My cock twitches at her words. “More, huh?”

Her head bobs up and down, her eyes half open as I start to grind my dick into her. “Yes.”

“Always so polite,” I say as I lay her down on my couch, sucking on a nipple one more time before I position myself next to her. “Now what do nice girls say when they want something?”

Her eyes open for me, already dazed, and I haven’t even made her come yet.

Yet being the operative word.

“Please.”

It’s barely a whisper, but I heard it. And I want more.

“What was that?” I ask as I slide down her leggings. “What is it you want?”

“More…please.”

“That’s my girl.” I lean up, planting my lips on her again as my hand travels down to the spot that I’ve been dying to touch.

Fuck, she’s soaked. I can feel it through her white lace panties. Ainsley is drenched from that little bit of foreplay. I don’t plan on having sex with her tonight—baby steps is the name of this game—but I can’t imagine what she’s going to feel like when I finally have that wetness around my cock.

Our kiss deepens as I slide my fingers around the damp fabric, slowly teasing her entrance.

Her hips are already begging for more, and so is every other movement she’s making.

She’s pulling at my hair. Her chest is pressing up into me.

The little moans leaving her mouth are quite possibly the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard in my life.

So I do as she asks, and I slide one finger in. Her gasp is loud, and I almost lose myself right there, feeling how goddamn tight she is around me. If she’s like this for my finger, her pussy is going to squeeze my dick like a vise grip.

“That’s it,” I whisper, slowly working my digit around to warm her up. “I’ve got you.”

There’s so much I want to do right now. I want to kiss her again, because I’m pretty sure I’m already addicted.

I want to suck on her perfect tits, but I have a feeling that’s going to be a daily occurrence now that the flood gate has been lifted for that.

But no, above everything else right now, I just want to watch her.

I want to watch her face as she feels my finger—now fingers—inside of her. I want to watch her find the pleasure in something that I’m going to guess by her reaction she’s never felt before.

I just want to watch.

“Feels…so…”

“I know,” I say, enjoying every moment, maybe more than she is.

I know I said this night is about her—and it is.

And I knew that I’d enjoy myself. But even I didn’t realize how much I’d get lost in her body.

In her touch. In how with every movement she makes in response to me, I want to give her that much more.

I start speeding up my movements, sensing she needs more.

And I’m right. My fingers are working in and out of her, and for every push I make, her hips rise more and more in the air.

Like they’re begging me to finish her off.

Fuck, she’s so hot right now. My cock is begging for comfort, release, anything, as I watch this gorgeous woman chase a high only I can give her.

“You’ve got this,” I say, rubbing her sensitive nub a little faster. “Let go, Ainsley. Just let go.”

And she does. I feel the second her orgasm hits her. Her body shakes. Her hands grip onto my arms like she needs it to hold herself to this Earth.

“Linc! Oh my God! Yes!”

That’s it. Hearing my name being screamed by her as she holds me hostage is the death of me. Literally, as I feel myself come in my pants like a fucking sixteen-year-old.

Worth it.

“Fuck, Ainsley,” I groan, my body convulsing along with her, but mine more of a surprise than hers probably was.

Holy fuck…that’s never happened to me. I’ve always been able to control myself. Then again, I’ve never been around a woman like Ainsley Banks before.

“Holy Moses,” she says, her voice shaky as her breathing starts to come down. “That was…”

“Yes, it was,” I say, kissing her lips to help bring me down as well. “You’re beautiful, you know that right?”

There’s the blush. I just fucking came in my pants but I swear just with that little bit of color in her cheeks, I’m hard all over again.

What is this woman doing to me…

“Thank you,” she whispers, her yawn coming almost immediately.

“You don’t need to thank me. Ever,” I say. “I’ll be right back.”

I kiss her one more time before maneuvering off the couch to head to my bedroom.

I quickly strip from my jeans and boxers, throw a new pair on with some Fury joggers, and grab a washcloth for her.

When I make it back to the living room, I smile as I see that it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

“Sweet dreams, Ainsley Mae,” I say, bringing a blanket to drape over us after I clean her up. “I know I will.”

“What has our boy smiling like that?”

“Smiling like what?” I try to play Maddox’s comment off, but I know the cheesy smile on my face is giving me away. “Can’t a guy be happy?”

“He can. But he usually isn’t when it’s our long day of practice and Coach is in a particular mood.”

I wave Maddox off. “I don’t know what you mean. The sun is shining. It’s not scorching hot outside. We got a win last week, and we’re going to win again this week. All reasons to have a smile on my face.”

Maddox looks at me with a raised brow, and I think he’s going to drop it before Wyatt comes sliding into the conversation.

“Or, does it have something to do with the fact that Ainsley spent the night last night?”

Again, because a grown-ass football team is comprised of ten-year-old boys, teammates not even involved in this conversation give me an “ooooohhhh.”

Though I can’t blame them. If this was Wyatt or Maddox, or really anyone, I’d be doing the same damn thing.

“How the fuck did you know she stayed?” I ask as I finish putting on my gear for today’s practice.

“Saw you walk her to her car,” he says. “Ten out of ten on the kiss goodbye.”

I roll my eyes. Though he’s right. It was a damn good kiss. “You’re an idiot.”

He gives me a slap on the back. “I’m proud of you. You’ve got yourself a good one.”

“We ever going to see her again?” Maddox asks. “I feel bad that I didn’t properly get to know her the night of karaoke. Maybe she has a friend you could introduce me to?”

“She doesn’t,” Wyatt snaps.

“Damn,” Maddox says, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay then. Maybe a sister?”

I shake my head as I sit down to tie my cleats. “Three, but they’re all in relationships or married. Sorry, buddy. You’ll have to continue your manwhore ways somewhere else.”

“I’m not a manwhore. I’m an equal opportunity lover.”

That he is. I swear, one week I saw him go home with a girl who was barely out of college and the next someone who was old enough to be his mother.

“Kincaid, did I hear that right? You’ve got yourself a girl?”

I stand up as Bryce approaches me. We’re tight in the locker room. He’s my quarterback, after all, and we have to have some sort of relationship. But since he’s married and has a kid, he doesn’t come out a lot with the single guys on the team.

Though I guess I’m not one of the single ones anymore. Or am I?

“Yeah, I do.”

“That’s awesome,” he says. “She coming to the game this Sunday?”

“I’m not sure,” I say. “She’s a nurse at Nashville Children’s. I’ll need to see what her work schedule is.”

“Let me know,” he says as I grab my helmet and we start walking to the practice field.

“My wife Lucy and my sister Brenna have a suite. It’s easier when they bring the kids with them.

They love meeting new partners of players.

And that way she has friendly faces surrounding her during the game.

You never know what kind of crazies will be in the stands. ”

“Thanks, man,” I say. “I’ll talk to her tonight and let you know.”

Bryce jogs off as I trail behind. Fuck, I’m glad he said something, because I’ve never requested tickets for anyone.

Ever. Gram was unfortunately too old, and at the end, too sick, to come see me play in college.

No way she could’ve made the trip from the suburbs of Detroit to Starkville.

And by the time I got to the pros, for the few pro games I did dress for, she was already gone.

What will it be like knowing Ainsley’s in the stands?

Knowing she’s there to watch me, hopefully with my number on her back?

I knew she was watching during the opener, but her watching on television versus her being there in person is a whole other thing.

I suddenly have a whole new motivation for this Sunday’s game.

Because it’s not going to be enough just to beat the Philadelphia Kings on our field. No, I want to make a mark.

And I want Ainsley to see it.

“I’m headed to the doc today. Rumor has it he’s going to clear me.”

I swallow a groan and do my best not to ball my fists as I hear Brad's snide words somewhere behind me as I’m about to leave the tunnel.

“Good for you.”

I try to keep running, wanting to ignore him so my good mood doesn’t turn sour, but I can’t as he steps in front of me.

“When I’m back, this honeymoon you’re on is over, Kincaid.

I’m taking my job back. And did I hear that you have a girlfriend now?

She’ll probably dump you when your ass is back on the bench. ”

I purposefully don’t react to his Ainsley comment.

If he knows that triggers me, it’s only going to add to his arsenal.

“You can try. But while you’re still getting your knee wrapped and figuring out which size brace you’ll need to wear, I’ll be catching another touchdown.

Maybe two this week. I’m feeling good about the matchup. ”

Brad’s face reddens as my cockiness is clearly getting to him.

“I’m taking you down, Kincaid. And when I’m back, you’re going to be yesterday’s news.”

“You can try,” I say, taking another step to him. “But you won’t. Have fun at PT. I’m going to go turn some heads.”

I jog off, doing my best to push the impending return of Rockwell to the side of my mind.

If he is cleared, I don’t have room for error.

I already didn’t. He might be a Grade-A prick, but the guy can play ball.

He was in the top five in receiving yards for tight ends last year before he got hurt.

You never know how someone is going to come back from injury, but I have to go under the assumption that he’s back and better than ever.

Which just means I have to up my game even more.

Now I have another goal for this Sunday: Make Ainsley proud. And keep my fucking job.