Play Maker(13)

“Cognac.” Her red lips curved up into that wicked smile. “How did you know?”

“I guessed,” I croaked, my voice clearly in as much shock as the rest of me.

“Mmmm,” she took another sip, running her tongue over the lip of the glass. At that moment, I would have given my left foot to be that glass. “Good guess.”

Nicole wandered over to the enormous windows at the other end of the suite, giving me a great look at her barely covered ass. I couldn’t tell, but I was pretty sure there was a thong under there. I clenched my fist, not sure how I was standing there, not touching her. Then again, once I touched her, once I kissed her, there was going to be no stopping me and it would be ungentlemanly of me to not let her finish her drink. And I prided myself on being a gentleman. At least once in a while.

“Great view,” Nicole said, looking out at the twinkling lights of downtown Los Angeles, one hand on the curtain. I had never thought much of the city, but with her as part of the scenery, I could definitely get used to this place.

“Amazing view,” I readily agreed, though my tone made it clear I was talking about much more than the city. “Fucking gorgeous.”

She looked back over her shoulder, hair falling over one eye. She looked like the pin-up of my dreams.

“I hope you don’t mind.” She yanked the curtains that extended across the large window, pulling them closed. She turned back to me. “I don’t like an audience when I’m f*cking.”

My blood went red hot and I was pretty sure my cock was going to explode through my jeans if I didn’t touch her soon. Luckily, I didn’t have to worry about that as she placed her drink on the table and came towards me. I quickly put my own glass down.

“I don’t think I’m thirsty anymore.” Nicole slid her fingers up my chest, fisting my shirt in her hands. I felt myself shudder, my entire body wound tighter than it had ever been, desire coursing through me.

“Oh no?” I smoothed my hands around her hips and down over her amazing curves.

“No,” she whispered, her head tilting up towards mine, one hand curling up behind my neck. “At least, not for what’s in your bar.”

And with that, she pulled my lips down to hers.





7





Nicole





I kissed James hard, every molecule in my body crying out for his touch. Immediately he matched my passion, kiss for kiss. I was dizzy with desire. He kissed like a man who knew what he wanted. And what he wanted was me. His tongue was hot in my mouth, tangling against mine, needy and greedy and perfect. My whole body felt this kiss, sensations flooding me, my skin tingling. My entire core was hot, my clit throbbing, desperate for his touch.

His mouth was demanding, unrelenting, and I returned the favor, thrusting my tongue against his, my fingers fisted in his hair. His own fingers were gripping my ass with such intensity that I wouldn’t have been surprised if he left his fingerprints. I didn’t mind. I couldn’t get enough of him.

And I knew he felt the same, not just from the way he was kissing me, but from the hard ridge of his cock throbbing against my belly. I leaned forward, pressing my full body against his, needing that thick length inside of me. The sooner, the better.

I felt James groan into my mouth, and the sensation made my toes curl, the carpet thick beneath my bare feet. We were wearing too many clothes, the both of us.

I broke apart and went for his shirt. He was breathing heavily, his gorgeous blue eyes dilated. Pushing my hands away, he reached back and grabbed the collar of his shirt, removing it swiftly and efficiently.

“Holy. Shit.” I couldn’t help exclaiming. He laughed, but I was spellbound. I had seen a lot of half-naked (and fully naked) men, but I had never seen one with a chest as gorgeous as his. It was rock hard, every single muscle perfectly chiseled as if he was a statue. The tattoos on his arms, all variety of shapes and symbols extended across his chest. If only I had time to examine them all. And then there was the dusting of hair, spreading across his chest and traveling down his belly and disappearing into his low-slung jeans. Unable to help myself, I grabbed for his belt.

But this time, when James pulled my hands away, he didn’t let go to finish what I had started.

“Darling, there’s no rush,” he said, his accent making every thing he said even more sexy. God, I hoped he liked to talk dirty. “We can go nice and slow.”

I pressed my hips against his, undulating against his still-clothed cock. I didn’t have time for slow. I had already squandered enough time in the bathroom and by the window. For the first time ever, I felt the impulse to ignore my curfew. But I couldn’t. No matter how badly I wanted to savor this evening. “But what if I want it hard and fast?”

James groaned again and this time when I reached for his belt, he didn’t stop me. In no time, his jeans and briefs were in a pile on the floor and he was naked and I was speechless.

He stood there, letting me take in the gift to womankind that was his body. Fuck. If I had thought his chest was amazing, then the rest of him defied description. Every inch of him – every inch – was rock hard. And all mine. At least for tonight.

I thanked every god I knew of for this moment and then, breaking my own rule to never go down on a guy first, dropped to my knees in front of him, ready to take those perfect extra inches into my mouth.