Game On(53)

He pulled back, grabbing my hands. He was breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against mine.

“Careful,” he said. “I don’t seem to have much control when it comes to you.”

I tilted my head up and caught his bottom lip between my teeth. “Good,” I murmured. “Control is overrated.”

He groaned deep in his throat and captured my mouth with his. This kiss was deep, my tongue tangling with his, wanting only to taste him. His hands slid down my body, palms curving around my breasts. I leaned into him as he cupped them, thumbs brushing against my nipples, which hardened and strained against my bra. One hand left my breast to busy itself with the buttons on my shirt, while he dragged his hot, perfect mouth away, to take gentle nips at the soft skin beneath my jaw.

My need for him, hot and wet, throbbed between my legs as his hand freed my shirt from my shoulders, peeling it away until I was standing in front of him in my jeans and a black lace bra. He lifted his head, his eyes intense as he took in the sight of me, my chest heaving, my skin flushed.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said and lowered his mouth.

“Oh god,” I moaned as his hot mouth closed over the pearled tip of my breast. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he wrote his desire with his teeth and tongue. I felt that ache between my legs build, nothing short of agony, wanting nothing but release. I threw my head back as he moved to the other breast, lavishing it with the same delicious attention.

His hands were tight around my waist, my fingers fisted in his hair, my moans spilling from my throat without any restraint. But still it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

As if he could sense my frustration, he lifted his eyes towards mine and gave me a wicked smile. Before I could say a word, he raised one of his hands to his mouth and wrapped those perfect lips around two of his fingers. With his other hand, without looking, he flicked at the button of my jeans, undoing it neatly. Goddamn he was good. I was mesmerized by him. Couldn’t take my eyes away and he seemed to feel the same, his green eyes focused on mine. Pulling his fingers, wet and slick, from his mouth, he slid them down my stomach, into my jeans, into my panties and found the spot where I ached the most.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” I moaned as his fingers curved down, stroking me. When he moved against my clit, drawing perfect circles against the tender skin, I nearly fainted. God, it felt so good. His fingers were calloused but in a way that gave him exactly the right amount of friction against my most sensitive spot. It was the perfect combination of sensations and I couldn’t get enough of it. My hips rolled towards his touch, never wanting it to end. Everything inside me seemed to be centered at that very spot, my entire body attuned to Nathan’s hand against me.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispered, his mouth hot against my neck. I felt like a violin being played by a master. Tension built and built with every thrust. I was pulled tight, everything focused on his hands against me, their perfect rhythm, and the sweet pressure. “Now come for me, Sophie.”

And I did, my body bucking against his hand, my screams muffled by his mouth as he claimed my lips with his, his tongue drawing the same patterns as his fingers. The entire world went bright white for a moment as I collapsed against his chest, every part of me drained of thought or sense.

After a moment, I realized that Nathan had withdrawn his hand from my jeans, but was still clutching me, his own breathing ragged. I might have come, but he had been left wanting. I lifted my head, meeting his gaze.

“You are incredible,” I said, my voice thick with satisfaction.

He smiled, but I could see the tension in his jaw. “I aim to please,” he said.

“Well, considered me very pleased,” I told him, finally finding the ground beneath my feet. I reached up to place a kiss on his chin. “And now it’s my turn.” I gave him a sharp nip beneath the earlobe, much like he had done to me.

“You don’t have—” he began but I lifted my fingers to his lips.

“Shh,” I said. “Just enjoy yourself.”

But the moment I sank to the floor, my hands reaching for his belt, there was a loud knock at the door.





Chapter Twenty-Three


Nathan and I both froze, my hand on his belt buckle, his fingers tangled in my hair.

“Saucy! I know you’re in there!” Tim’s voice thundered from the hallway.

“Fuck!” I leapt to my feet, clipping the top of my head against Nathan’s chin in the process. “Owww,” I moaned as he grabbed my shoulders to steady me.

“You OK?” he asked, his own expression dazed.

“Is someone in there with you?” Tim shouted from the other side of the door.

I exchanged a wide-eyed look with Nathan.

“Maybe he’ll go away?” Nathan whispered.

“Saucy! Let me in!” Tim was now pounding on the door. “Come on, babe. I know you’re in there. I have something to tell you about the Nathan Ryder piece.”

“Bathroom,” I muttered at Nathan, shoving him in the direction of it. “Be quiet. I’ll get rid of him as soon as I can.”

“Soooooooooooooooophie,” Tim crooned and I cringed.

Nathan narrowed his eyes in the direction of the door and I could tell he wasn’t pleased either.

“Let me handle him,” I said, about to shut the bathroom door, but Nathan held it open.