Page 128 of The Play Maker

I can’t even think. His touch is soft at first, but when I press into it, hungry for more, he grows bolder, dragging his fingers over me again and again until I’m shaking all over.

He keeps his eyes on me, watching my face, every twitch, every shudder, memorizing exactly how I fall apart under his touch.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs.

“I don’t know,” I breathe, my voice shaky, “but… keep doing that.”

That slow, knowing smile curls over his lips as he keeps doing exactly that. His fingers trace lazy circles, coaxing every inch of me to respond.

“So fucking pretty.”

My hips start to move on their own, grinding against his hand, trembling as my body screams for more.

“You like the way I touch you?”

I moan in response. Every touch, every soft, demanding word from him sets something wild free inside me. I’m dizzy and desperate all at once, completely lost in the way he’s making me feel.

The pressure builds fast, and I can’t stop it. I can’t slow it down. It’s all too much—his voice, his hands, the way he’s touching me like he already knows what I need before I do.

“That’s it,” he whispers, his fingers moving in slow circles that make my thighs tremble. “You’re doing so fucking good for me, baby. You gonna come for me?”

I nod frantically, my breath catching in my throat, but it’s not enough. I need more—I need him—I need?—

It hits me like a wave, breaking me open from the inside out. I cry out as pleasure tears through me in hot, pulsing waves. My thighs clamp around his hand and my nails dig into his back.

“Austin,” I gasp.

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up. Just keeps his fingers on my clit while pressing kisses on my skin.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he murmurs. “So fucking beautiful when you come. Ride it out, baby.”

I can’t speak. Can’t think. I’m trembling in his arms, barely holding it together as he kisses my cheek, my jaw, my temple, every inch of my skin.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs. “You have no idea how fucking hot watching you come is.”

He kisses me as the rush rolls through me again and again, until I’m breathless. Boneless. My skin tingling all over.

When I finally blink up at him, he’s already watching me with a messy, hungry grin that makes my heart stutter in my chest.

“You good?” he asks again.

I hum into the curve of his chest, soaking in the steady thump of his heartbeat. “Mmhmm. That was…” I can’t even finish my sentence, because I don’t have a word for what that was. Nothing in the twenty-one years I have been on this planet have even remotely felt likethat.

He leans in, his nose brushing mine. “Yeah. It really was.”

He kisses me again for what feels like forever. I hum into his mouth, placing my hands on his chest. I could easily lay here and kiss him for the rest of my life.

Austin pulls back slightly, tilting my chin just enough so I’m forced to meet his eyes. “Are you sure you’re good?” His lips twitch into a faint, teasing grin. “You look kinda dazed.”

I blink at him, the words slipping out before I can stop them. “Iamdazed. Do people usually survive that?”

His laugh spills out, and it’s impossible not to smile back. He’s just so damn pretty when he laughs. His whole face softens, his eyes crinkle, and those dimples of his that I love sink even deeper into his cheeks.

“I have no idea. It’s never felt like that to me before,” he admits with a warm smile.

I press my forehead to his shoulder, trying to hide the heat crawling up my cheeks.

“You were drinking last night,” I mumble. “I wasn’t sure if you’d remember what you said to me when I woke up this morning.”