Not My Match (The Game Changers, #2)(80)

“I wasn’t done,” I say with a pout.

“When I come, it’s inside you.”

Desire makes me weak as he kisses me, his hands digging into my hips, smashing me against the full length of him as he turns me and walks me to the mirror. In a blink, he has my bra and panties off. Standing behind me, he bends and kisses my shoulders, the back of my thigh. “Mine.” He sucks the bend of my knee. “Mine.” His finger slips inside me. “All mine.”

Languid, I lean against him.

His thumbs tease over my erect, aching nipples, his mouth on my neck. “Every part of you.”

“Devon . . . ,” I moan, shocks of pleasure curling around me, at the feel of us, the intimacy that we’ve created, so soon, so fast, but yet, here it is, and I love him . . .

“Look how beautiful you are,” he says gruffly, pointing my face to the mirror. His eyes hold mine in the reflection as he clutches me, his tan forearm around my waist, holding me as if he’ll never let me go. “Kickass girl. With me.”





Chapter 24

DEVON

“With you,” she repeats, and I kiss her, angling her head to slant my mouth across hers. I won’t ever get enough of how she tastes.

“Devon, am I crazy? With you . . . this . . . it’s so good. Is it always . . .”

She whimpers as I sweep her up and move to the side of the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees so she can see herself in the mirror.

A long breath comes from my chest as I run my hand down the arch of her back, skating around her bandage and then kneading her ass. I don’t reply, just stare at her, and she watches me, her cheeks flushing, her hair a mess, her two bobby pins haphazard and close to falling out. I ease them out and set them on the nightstand.

Her chest rises as she watches me put lube on my length, then spread her apart with care, tasting her, groaning as I make her slicker. I’m past any finesse at this point, all man, just want to get her off so good and hard and make her fall for me until she can’t ever think about anyone but me.

“Dev . . . ,” she cries, wriggling as my fingers dip inside her. So fucking wet. One hand on her hip, I guide myself all the way inside, letting her adjust to the angle and fullness.

“Nice and slow,” I groan, knowing that’s going to be a lie in the next few minutes. I can’t get enough of her, I can’t think, I can’t . . .

“Please . . . ,” she begs, her shoulders bent to the bed as she presents her ass.

I set up an easy pace, muscles vibrating with tension. She clenches the blanket as I take her in a measured pace, barely hanging on to my sanity.

“Giselle . . . ,” I mumble as she clenches around me, and my control snaps. Speeding up, I fuck her hard, my pelvis grinding into her as my fingers find her clit. My heart pounds as the air around us intensifies, sharpens. I’m not aware of anything but her gasps of pleasure, the shape of her mouth as she gasps for air, the music in the den, the hard slap of our skin. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you today, baby. Dropped five passes at practice. Coach chewed me out, and I didn’t even care. I want you like this, want to make you beg me, make you cry when you can’t get me. You want that?”

“Yes . . .”

My fingers caress her. “I’m going to be the first thing you think about, the last man you fuck.” I can’t stop the torrent of insane words. “I want you”—thrust—“all those theories you got”—thrust—“and I got one for you: you’re in deep with me.” Thrust.

“Yes,” she moans.

I lick at the mist of sweat on her shoulder. “I’m gonna be needing this every time you walk in the room; every time you say my name, I’m gonna be right there, ready. I don’t give a fuck how different we are—no matter what happens, I don’t care as long as you’re here. I want you all the fucking time on your knees for me, and I’ll get on my knees for you, baby; just tell me, just tell me how to make it work . . .”

She screams out my name and tightens around me, spasming, her hips jerking as I come, the pull of her sizzling down my spine. Still thrusting, I ride out the wave, milking every tingle of pleasure that swallows me whole as she rocks against me. Sex with her feels different from anyone else, emotion in my chest clinging tight.

Shaking, I land on top of her, breathing hard, feeling uncertain and scared. I slip out, kiss her around her tattoo, and grab a towel and clean her up as she lies limp on the bed. Crooning to her softly, I scoot her to the head of the bed and hold her against my chest. My hands play with her hair as I try to get my own lungs back to normal. “You okay?”

She nods and looks at me, searching my face. She opens her mouth—then shuts it and licks her lips.

Yeah. That.

I kiss her, soft and slow, heart hammering, as I try to stay chill, when my head is a wreck. She’s so trusting, open, giving. “That was . . .” Best I ever had. “Intense.”

She lays her head on my chest, and we rest, my fingers idly tracing her shoulders. My head races, tumbling around with thoughts of how this relationship is supposed to work. She isn’t like anyone else. She’s not a girl I can let go. She’s shoved me over that cliff, and I’m lying at the bottom on the rocks, waiting for her to finish me off.

Just . . .

Please.