Settling the Score (The Summer Games #1)(48)

“What?” she asked, confused as I set her legs on the ground.

I pressed my hand against her stomach, feeling it quiver beneath my touch. I kept my gaze on her as I slid down to my knees, registering her surprise with a smirk.

“Are you—”

Her question was cut off when my hand trailed up her calf, gently massaging her muscles. I bent forward and pressed a kiss against her hip. I could nearly taste her through the silky material, but I wanted it gone. I yanked down her knickers until they were on the ground and she was kicking them aside.

She held her hand in front of her waist, trying to conceal herself from my view. I looked up and met her eye.

“Nervous?”

She let her head fall back against the door and laughed. “Overwhelmed. You’re like right…”

I let my hand drag up her thigh.

“Here?”

“Yup. Right there.” She reached up to cover her eyes just as a rosy blush spread across her chest and neck.

“Have you ever been kissed here?” I said, reaching forward to lick the inside of her thigh.

“Oh sweet Jesus.”

I kissed her again, this time a little higher, and her hips bucked forward. I pressed harder against her stomach, keeping her still as I dragged my tongue along the inside of her thigh.

“I…oh…god.”

She sounded drunk with it, with us.

“Should we slow down?” I asked.

She yanked her hand away from her eyes and stared down at me. “Please don’t,” she begged, her voice nearly going hoarse.

She’d barely managed the last syllable before my mouth was on her again. She bit her lip to keep quiet, but I didn’t care if she made noise. I slid one finger inside of her before leaning forward and gliding my tongue across her silk.

Her hands strung through my hair, tugging hard as I slid another finger inside, pumping them both slowly in and out. I owned her then. She was mine. She rolled her hips, sliding herself up and down my fingers, begging for more.

I dragged my tongue across her and I didn’t slow down until she was withering against the door, her * quivering around my fingers. She nearly ripped my hair out as she came and I let her rock herself against my mouth, taking her pleasure in her own hands. It was the sexiest bloody thing I’d ever seen.

I lost track of us after that. Her mouth was fire burning across my skin. My hands were everywhere, teasing and touching every patch of skin until I knew I could have f*cked her with my eyes closed.

We put music on after Thom yelled, “They can hear you in S?o Paulo!”

I rolled on a condom, watching her walk back across the room, naked and flushed. I wished I could have stopped time to memorize every inch of her—that flat stomach, that slight gap in her thighs, her toned legs.

When she reached me, she drew close for a kiss. Before our lips could meet, I gripped her arm and spun her against the wall. She braced herself as I stepped behind her. One of my hands wrapped around her neck, so she couldn’t turn away from me, and the other gripped her tiny waist.

“Freddie?” she asked as I caged her in with my hips, rolling my hardness against her. She was confused for only a moment before she tilted her ass back to meet me like a greedy little minx. I kicked her foot out to spread her legs and bent low to angle myself so I could slip inside of her.

“Ahh.”

Her head fell back against my chest and her eyes rolled closed. I could feel her rising onto her tiptoes, making it easier for me to sink all the way inside of her. With one quick thrust, she was mine.

I reached up to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers as I pumped in and out of her.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “I can’t...”

She leaned back and wove her fingers through my hair, whispering how I was going to destroy her. I smirked and slid a finger down to stroke her.

“I already have.”

She leaned forward and I forced her palms flat against the wall and told her to stay there. “Don’t move.”

With her in that position, I dragged a hand down her spine, feeling her shake from the sensation. Her back bowed and her head fell forward. She was weak and hungry for another orgasm. I wrapped a hand around her waist to support her, and then I tilted back to watch as I sank back into her.

“Like heaven,” I whispered, closing my eyes and letting myself adjust to the feel of her wrapped around me. I’d never grow tired of it.

“Should we go to the bed?” she asked, bringing me back to life.

I wanted to keep her up against that wall and have my wicked way with her, but I’d let her decide.

“If you wish.”

In lieu of an answer, she rolled her hips in a slow circle, teasing me until there was no other option. I slowly pulled out, gripped her hair in my hand, and then sank back into her with one hard thrust. She cried out and collapsed forward, but I caught her before she hit the wall.

Her hands clenched into tight fists and her toes started to curl. I watched as beads of sweat dripped from her shoulder blades down to the small of her back.

I wanted to be gentle with her, but when she turned to look at me over her shoulder, I could see the wicked gleam in her eyes. She held my gaze as she moved a hand from the wall and dropped it to her neck, then lower. She slid it down her chest and cupped one of her breasts. I wanted to rip her hand away and replace it with my mouth, but she continued her descent before I could.