Page 51 of Playing Dirty

At this point, I’ll agree to anything. Whatever rule comes next, no matter how many there are. Because once this agreement is set in stone, I finally get the one thing I’ve been craving far longer than I care to admit.

Him.

“Okay,” he repeats, his lips curving into the smallest hint of a smile. “Then I think it’s time for you to strip.”

His blunt statement draws a nervous laugh from me. “You said rules, plural. That was only one.”

There’s more, I’m sure of it. If we’re gonna do this, there has to be. But he clearly doesn’t care about them right now, because he shakes his head and whispers the most sinful words he’s spoken to me yet.

“The rest can wait ‘til after I make you come.”

Fifteen

Madden

The same lust-filled gleam from our night in the hot tub appears in his eyes as soon as the words leave my lips; the only difference now is that he’s no longer fighting it. No longer retreating from his desire.

Instead, he’s giving himself over to it entirely.

I am too, despite having spent the past ten minutes wondering what the hell I’m doing. Questioning why I’m evenconsideringcrossing this line with him, knowing just how bad of an idea it is. How much it could potentially ruin everything for Mom, and why I’d risk him becoming a distraction during the most important semester of my college career.

But the truth is staring me dead in the face, in the form of two sage-green eyes I can’t get out of my fucking head.

I want him.

It’s as simple and as complicatedas that.

I’m not sure which of us moves first, only that our mouths collide in a way I can only describe as cataclysmic. The earth shakes beneath our feet at the impact as my mouth molds to his, slowly at first, taking a taste before tightening the hand behind his neck and diving in for more. He allows me to take the lead, becoming pliable in my hold as my tongue teases the seam of his lips in a cautious caress.

My hands slip farther beneath his shirt, gliding up his back and causing goosebumps to break out over his flesh. It’s sexy, the way he reacts to my touch. It spurs me on more, dragging him into me until every inch of our bodies are perfectly aligned.

His fingers skate under the hem of my shirt too, pushing it up toward my neck. We break apart only long enough for him to rip it free, and I quickly follow suit by peeling his off and tossing it behind me.

The two of us waste no time, stripping down to our underwear before I blindly guide him to the edge of the bed. The backs of his knees hit the mattress, and I break the kiss in favor of shoving him onto it, only to join him moments later and claim his mouth all over again.

Wedging my knee between his, I lower myself onto an elbow, leaving my other hand free to explore the miles of smooth skin beneath me. He must have the same idea, his palms sweeping over my back and shoulders, the gentle caresses quickly becoming more rough as the two of us devour each other.

Slowly, I drop my hips and grind my aching length into his erection, the feel of it against my own sending a bolt of white-hot lust down my spine. His tongue rolls and flicks mine in time with my movements; languid and seductive and completely juxtaposing the harsh gripping and clawing his fingers make over my skin.

It’s a balancing act between feral need and leisurely exploration.

I want to take my time with him. Want to kiss and touch and learn every inch of his body. Want to drive him as mad as he makes me by simply opening his mouth. But as my lips break from his to travel along his collarbone, his throat, his jaw, I realize resisting my desire in order to slowly stoke the flame is going to be a battle.

As if reading my mind, Theo breaks the kiss, allowing those goddamn eyes to bore straight into mine when he whispers, “Make me come.”

How could I ever deny a request like that?

Grinning, I shift to my knees and pull his tight briefs off, tossing them aside as I get my first unobstructed look at him. He’s all smooth, ink-free skin pulled taut over carved muscle and rippling abs. Sharp lines from his hip bones draw my eyes down to his cock, already thick and waiting for me.

Theo’s chest rises and falls with quick breaths when I reach for him and wrap my palm around his shaft. It twitches the second my skin touches his, and the soft moan that slips from his delectable mouth has my own dick throbbing.

His hips lift a little when I give him a leisurely stroke before squeezing gently at the base, drawing a little bead of pre-cum out of his slit. I wet my lips at the sight of it and shake my head.

“Fuck, I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

My eyes flash up to his face, finding the same lust I know I’m projecting reflected back at me. The same bone-deep, toe-curling desire that’s been driving us both insane.

His hand trembles ever so slightly as he sits up a little and reaches toward my waistband, but I quickly knock it away before his fingertips can even graze the fabric. There’s confusion in his eyes when his gaze shifts back to mine, and I shake my head again.