Page 182 of The Play Maker

She shakes her head. “Not even a little.” Her voice is breathy, her pink lip caught between her teeth, and it about ends me.

“Thank fuck,” I mutter, before leaning in and brushing my mouth against hers.

I step forward, guiding her back slowly. Her knees bump the edge of my bed and she sinks down onto it without me asking.

I reach for the jacket and t-shirt, tugging it off slowly, letting my knuckles brush the soft skin of her stomach. She lifts her arms, her eyes on mine, trusting me. I pull it over her head and toss it aside, my mouth watering when I see pink lace.

Fucking pink lace.

Her bra’s delicate, the straps sliding just barely off her shoulders, and I have to close my eyes for a second just to breathe through it.

“Jesus, Maisie,” I mutter, stepping between her legs.

She laughs softly, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

I slide one hand around her back, fingers finding the clasp. It comes undone easily—thank god—and her bra falls away, slipping down her arms.

My mouth finds her neck, kissing slowly down her jaw, collarbone, the top of her chest, until she’s gasping quietly, her fingers tangling in the hem of my shirt.

I kiss her again, cupping her face with both hands. Her mouth moves against mine, eager and hot and so fucking talented. My tutor is a quick study when it comes to kissing.

Her hands slide under my t-shirt, her fingers skating across my back like she can’t stop touching me.

I shift, sinking down onto my knees, and hook my thumbs into the waistband of her leggings. Her breath stutters, but she lifts her hips, letting me peel them down slowly. Over her hips, her thighs, past her knees. I slide her underwear off with them in one smooth motion, then drop them to the floor.

I lean in and press a kiss to the inside of her knee. Then a little higher. And higher.

“Baby,” I murmur against her skin, “tell me what you want.”

Her lips part on a moan when I kiss a few inches away from where she needs me. “You.”

I groan, dipping my head to kiss the inside of her thigh again. “You already have me.”

I ease a finger inside her pussy and her hips buck, needy and sweet. My tongue works her clit as I work her open, until she’s begging me under her breath.

I lift onto my feet and tug my shirt over my head. Then I unbuckle my belt, drag my jeans down, and kick them off. Her eyes drop automatically, her breath catching again.

I pull open the drawer by my bed, grab a condom, and tear the foil open with my teeth. Her eyes widen slightly like she’s never seen anything hotter, and, honestly, that reaction might ruin me.

I roll it on, and guide her back onto the bed. Her body melts into the pillows and I follow her down, bracing myself on my forearm as I line my cock at her entrance. I kiss her again as her hands slide up my chest, curling around the back of my neck.

Her lips part, her breath catching in her throat as I push in—slow, so slow—inch by inch until I’m fully buried inside her. My jaw clenches, muscles locked tight, because it’s all I can do not to come right fucking then.

“Jesus, Maisie,” I breathe, my forehead dropping to hers.

It’s heaven. Pure heaven.

She’s warm and wet and perfect, and being inside her feels like nothing else.

I start to move in deep, steady thrusts, and she gasps, her breath stuttering out in little whimpers. Her hands grip my back, legs wrapping around me, anchoring me to her like she never wants to let go. Which is good. Because I’m not going anywhere.

I kiss her shoulder, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, and whisper into her skin, “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

She shivers at my words. Her grip tightens, and I feel the little stutter in her rhythm, the way her whole body reacts to every slow push of my hips. I can’t stop looking at her—her flushed cheeks, those wide blue eyes going soft, the way her mouth parts with every roll of my hips.

She moans louder, and that’s exactly when someone pounds on the wall.

“For fuck’s sake, Austin!” Nathan yells through the drywall. “Some of us are trying to sleep!”