Page 53 of Let the Game Begin (Kiss Me Like You Love Me #1)

“How did you like it?” she asked, turning on unsteady legs. I gave her a teasing smile and grabbed her hand, pressing it to my erection in answer.

“What do you think?” I held her fingers against me, and she held her breath.

I was swollen and so rock hard that it curved up from my jeans.

Selene blushed, and her reaction had an entirely abnormal effect on me.

I grabbed her by the ass and pinned her between my body and the marble sink.

She jumped but didn’t try to get away. She had no intention of stopping what I had started.

So I decided to let her taste herself and how much she’d wanted me.

I surprised her with a kiss, entangling our tongues, melding our cravings for one another. Her hands moved to touch my abdominal muscles and then up to my pecs. I was still wearing my sweater, but I knew she could definitely feel my burning muscles, throbbing with want.

We kept kissing as I guided her across her room toward her bed.

From the first moment that I’d kissed her in the pool, I knew how much I liked kissing her, and I might as well have signed my own death warrant right there.

We paused to catch our breath, and she sat down on the bed, completely naked.

She was beautiful like an angel: white as snow, majestic as the colors of the sunrise.

I looked at her and wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her.

“Lie down and spread your legs wide,” I ordered, pulling my sweater over my head like I was burning up.

I threw it randomly behind me then did the same with my jeans and boxers.

I went to my knees between her parted thighs with a certain degree of confidence.

After all, I knew that I looked good. I had an appealing face and a muscled body that could perform up to female expectations.

Selene was aroused—her cheeks were burning, she was panting, and her eyes were full of lust—but she was also a bit in awe of me.

Babygirl swallowed hard and tried to look anywhere but down.

I gave her an insolent smile as I grabbed my erection and stroked it slowly while she looked everywhere but at me.

“Look at me,” I said. I wanted her to stop being embarrassed, to break down that wall of prudery and let herself go. Selene obeyed me and looked at me, but not where I wanted. Instead, she looked deep into my eyes like she was trying to see into my soul.

“You too,” she answered firmly, almost a show of defiance.

I stopped moving my hand and looked at her, just as she’d asked.

She lay there on the bed like something precious and delicate.

Her body looked small against the mattress beneath her.

Her auburn hair was fanned out underneath her on the white bedspread.

Her little bare breasts were perfect, her abdomen was stretched out flat, and her legs were splayed with a confidence that she didn’t actually possess.

I could tell, because they were trembling.

And then there, between them, with a need that I deliberately left unsatisfied, was my passport to paradise.

Was this what she wanted me to look at?

Why couldn’t she just use me like everyone else did? Why couldn’t she just fuck me and be satisfied with my body?

“I looked at you,” I muttered hastily, even greedier than before. She looked disappointed, but I didn’t know why.

We truly were a disaster together.

“Enough with the bullshit, Selene. Exchanging soulful glances or sweet nothings isn’t for me,” I added irritably.

How much longer was I going to have to hold myself back? My balls were straining, and my cock felt like it was on the verge of exploding. I could feel the hunger coursing through my veins, and I didn’t understand what more she wanted from me.

I shuffled closer to the mattress, still on my knees. I didn’t have any more time to waste. I had hit my limit. I stretched myself over her body, supporting my weight on my forearms. Selene gulped and started trembling anew.

“You didn’t see the details,” she whispered, staring at my lips.

I had, in fact, secretly registered many of them, but she didn’t even suspect that, and I certainly wasn’t going to tell her.

They were at the forefront of my mind whenever I undressed her.

I bent my face over her right breast and sucked on it, coaxing a gasp from her.

Then I licked her mole right next to the nipple.

The shape reminded me of a very small heart and it was one of the details I adored most about her body.

I looked back up at her and slowly ground myself between her outer lips—so hot and slick against me.

“Then give them all to me here, these invisible details you think only you notice,” I mumbled provocatively, sliding my arm between our bodies to take my erection and direct it where I wanted it to go. I grabbed it by the root and rubbed the head against her to lubricate myself.

The eroticism reached its peak when I thrust my hips forward and felt her envelop me in her liquid heat.

I enjoyed the raw contact between us too much, which was why I could never wear a condom with Babygirl the way I always did with the others.

I slid fully into her, feeling her tight walls reshape to accommodate me.

It was hot, slick, and soft. A burning clasp.

She surrounded me, squeezing me and welcoming me as deep as I could get.

The feeling was surreal, and I held my breath the whole time as I made space for myself inside her.

I buried myself between her thighs at a leisurely pace, and Selene gritted her teeth, breathing in a measured sort of way.

I knew that my size was often mildly painful for women.

Certainly Selene—who was still as tight as the first time I’d taken her—was feeling some discomfort.

I huffed out a breath as I entered her fully and then stopped. She looked up at me and swallowed hard, waiting for me to move again. She clasped my shoulders with her little hands, rubbing her way down to my lower back. Then she wrapped her legs around my hips and dug her heels into my glutes.

Wrapped around me like that, she seemed somehow even smaller and more fragile.

I smiled at her and dropped a chaste kiss on her full lips.

It dawned on me, too late, that what was meant as a small, intimate gesture to reassure her might have also made her believe there was more between us than just sex.

I couldn’t allow myself to keep making that kind of mistake.

I quit looking into her eyes and tried to focus on our breathing, on her little noises and the way our bodies interlocked.

I rubbed some of her wetness around on her clit and continued rocking into her, riding the waves of pleasure.

I kissed her neck and thought again about how much I loved her coconut scent.

I liked women who kept themselves clean, and Selene did that. Very much so.

I lowered my head to her breast and sucked it into my mouth, making her back bend upward. More and more, I was growing to love her delicate curves. I took her small nipple between my lips and nibbled it with my teeth, drawing a moan from her.

“Neil,” she said, her murmur broken by a gasp.

Then she dug her nails into the flesh of my back and clasped me tightly as I jerked with each thrust. The headboard started hitting the wall and the springs in the mattress began to creak.

Selene locked eyes with me again, but this time, I wasn’t going to let her manipulate me with her fucking ocean stare.

I got too vulnerable when that happened.

I became an imbecile that wanted nothing more than to swim out into those waves and drown forever.

I pulled out of her hastily and grabbed her by the hips, turning her face down. This way, I could more easily avoid any compromising eye contact. I pulled her ass up until she was on all fours in front of me. I entered her from behind with one powerful thrust, holding her by the hips.

I didn’t want to look at her, but I did anyway.

Selene clutched the bedspread with both fists, her auburn hair was tousled and wild, her arched back slick with sweat, her raised ass the victim of my aggressive thrusting.

I couldn’t help but stare at the precise spot where our bodies met and the sight of it electrified me.

Her pink flower, velvet soft, opened and closed in time with my strokes.

It was a rose in full bloom, the delicate petals concealing its depthless center.

I took her hair in one hand and tilted her neck back as I leaned over her.

She was beautiful, but I would never tell her that I thought so.

“I love fucking you,” I whispered instead into her ear before breathing in her scent from her throat. She didn’t say a word; she just gritted her teeth and endured, moaning in satisfaction exactly the way I wanted. Each of her sensual little sounds was followed but a stronger, more agitated thrust.

I slipped a hand under her stomach and clasped her breast, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She sucked in a breath. I enjoyed the way Selene responded to me, to the things I did and the ways I touched her. She was so goddamned sensitive, it got me ridiculously hot.

There was nothing in my head then, except for her warm body and my own ferocious, untethered movements.

There were no nightmares, no problems. The anonymous package, Dr. Lively, and the poison that always surrounded me all suddenly ceased to exist. Lust was boiling in my veins.

Selene’s knees buckled abruptly and she collapsed, surrendering to my will.

She groaned into the bedspread and bit her arm to stifle the screams that I would much rather have heard.