Page 165 of The Play Maker

Fuck.

My hips falter for half a second, then drive back in slow and deep, and I feel her flutter around me. “I can feel you,” I groan. “Jesus, Mais… you’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”

Her body’s straining under mine, her breath catching every time I bottom out inside her. My brain’s barely functioning, but I want to be the reason she comes. I want her to fall apart with me still inside her, kissing her through it, holding her like she’s the only fucking thing in the world that matters.

“Let go, baby,” I murmur against her lips, fucking her slow and deep. “I want to feel you coming around my cock.”

Her back arches off the bed, hips jerking up into mine, mouth falling open on a sharp cry as she comes hard around me, her pussy clenching around my cock so hard I nearly lose it.

“Oh fuck—Maisie—” I groan, losing control, my hips snapping once, twice more before it hits me too.

I come with a rough gasp, my forehead pressed to hers as I empty into the condom, my whole body jerking with the release. My muscles lock, then melt, pleasure hitting me so deep it feels like my chest could cave in.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper against her lips, still inside her, still reeling from the mind-blowing orgasm.

She breathes hard, nuzzling her face into my neck, her breath hot on my skin. “That was?—”

“Incredible,” I finish for her, pressing my lips to hers. I brush her hair away from her face, staring into those eyes I’m so deeply in love with. “Thank you for trusting me.”

She looks up at me, the corners of her mouth twitching into a smile, like she can’t believe it just happened. “I’m happy it was you.”

Fuck me, so am I.

I lean in and kiss her slow, my hands smoothing over her sides, wanting to show her how much this meant to me, how muchshemeans to me.

I don’t pull out yet. I don’t want to. I just stay inside her, letting our heartbeats slow together, my body wrapped around hers like I never want to be anywhere else.

Because I don’t.

Not after that.

Not ever again.

35

MAISIE

Iwake up to the feel of sunlight on my cheek and the weight of his arm slung heavy over my waist.

His chest pressed to my back, one of his legs tangled with mine like he couldn’t bear to stop touching me, even in sleep. I turn my head just enough to look at him. His face is soft and peaceful in a way it never is when he’s awake. His mouth is parted slightly, his lashes brushing his cheek, and I can’t help but smile.

And I’m still floating over what happened last night, wrapped in the hazy glow of everything he whispered, everything we did, everything I felt. I didn’t think I could have something like that.

I let my eyes fall closed again and smile softly into the pillow, feeling… full. Like a piece of me I didn’t even know was missing has finally clicked into place.

I feel him stir and glance up at him. “Mm,” he mumbles, his voice rough with sleep. “You’re still here.”

I arch a brow and chuckle. “Good morning to you too.”

Austin nuzzles into my hair. “Didn’t mean it like that. Just… happy.”

His hand squeezes my waist and he shifts closer, pressing his body firmly against mine. I can feel the unmistakable weight of him against my lower stomach.

He groans softly and kisses my shoulder. “Sorry,” he mumbles. “Morning wood. Science. I can’t control it.”

I laugh, still half-asleep and completely drunk on him. “It’s okay.”

He kisses my shoulder again, softer this time. “You sore?”