The Game Plan (Neighbor from Hell #5)(67)

“Good,” she moaned. “You feel so good, Danny.”

“Was it worth the wait?” he asked, starting to move in a slow, steady rhythm.

“God, yes,” she moaned as her arms tightened around him.

He brushed his lips against hers before he pulled back just far enough so that he could watch her. He gazed down into her eyes as he continued to roll his hips, sliding in and out of her, every stroke coating his cock and making the returning slide that much smoother. He’d never felt anything better in his life. He’d never felt like this before, like he was home. In her arms he felt like everything in his life was the way that it should be.

“You are so beautiful, Jodi,” he said, shifting his weight onto his right arm so that he could cup her face with his other hand. He traced her plump bottom lip with his thumb. “So, goddamn beautiful.”

Her lip trembled beneath his touch as her lips pulled up into a watery smile. “Thank you,” she whispered, leaning up and kissing him. He followed her lips as she laid back. She ran her hands down his back and over the curve of his ass, encouraging him to continue.

He continued to thrust inside her, harder and faster to match the kiss, which had gone out of control. No matter how many times he’d imagined f*cking her over the last few months, he’d never imagined that it could feel this good.

“Oh, shit!” he groaned as he felt her tighten around him.

She moaned, long and loud against his mouth as he quickened his thrust, slamming into her harder and faster, struggling to hold back, to hold on for her.

“Danny!” she cried out as he felt her clamp down around him. He growled her name as he lost control.

Gasping for air, he laid on top of her, kissing her face, her nose, and her chin, unable to stop smiling as he did it. It wasn’t until he kissed her firm lips that he realized that something was wrong.

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“Ow!”

“Don’t move.”

“How bad is it?” she asked, biting her lip as she risked a glance over her shoulder to find the bastard struggling not to laugh.

“It’s ummm,” he cleared his throat, “not that bad.”

“Liar,” she muttered pathetically as she turned back around and sat there, trying to pretend that she didn’t have major rug burn covering the back of her arms, back and ass.

He chuckled as he leaned forward and kissed the top of her shoulders, one of the few places that wasn’t covered with rug burns. “It’s not that bad,” he clearly lied, because every inch of her back and bottom was on fire.

Fire!

“Is-is it bleeding?” she asked, worrying her bottom lip, praying that he did a better job lying to her this time.

A long drawn out sigh was her answer. “I’m really sorry, sweetheart.”

At that she turned her head and buried her face in her pillow. “It was worth it,” she mumbled, because it had been worth it…..

At least it had been until the most intense orgasm of her life had slowed down and she’d realized that her back was on fire. That’s when she may have started freaking out…..a bit.

He chuckled as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. “I’m glad that you think so, sweetheart.”

“It was,” she solemnly said with a nod and a little sniffle.

“I’m a little out of my league with this one,” he admitted with a sigh, which made her a little nervous because that meant-

“We have two choices here, Tinkerbelle,” Danny said, taking her hand into his. “I can either take you to the emergency room or go get my brother.”

Yeah, that’s what she figured he was going to say.

“I’m fine,” she said, and she was just as long as she didn’t move or care that seventy percent of her body was on fire.

“Sweetheart,” he said, giving her hand a small squeeze, “you’ve got some serious rug burn from a hotel carpet. Besides the fact that it looks really painful, I’m concerned about all the bacteria.”

“I’ll just rinse off in the shower. It will be fine,” she said, moving to do just that when Danny decided to go into detail.

“Sweetheart, it’s a hotel room carpet,” he stressed. “It’s probably coated with dirt, sweat, rotted food, urine, semen, fecal-.”

“Okay,” she rushed out, cutting him off as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think about all the bacteria coating her body, “go get your brother!”

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“Get the germs out! Get them out!” Tinkerbelle muttered into her pillow, her small hands gripping the pillow she had her face buried in, tightly.

“He’ll be here soon,” he said soothingly as he glanced down at his watch, wondering what was taking his brother so damn long to get his ass here.

“It’s gross!” she whined miserably into her pillow.

“Shhh, I know, sweetheart. I know,” he said, gently rubbing her leg as he tried not to look at the damage he’d done to her back and bottom.

He may have lost control a little at the end there…….

“No more sex on hotel floors,” she muttered.

“Agreed,” he easily agreed, because as far as game plans went, he’d seriously f*cked this one up.

He should have waited and gone with his plans to make this special for her. He should have gone with yellow roses, her favorite, sleigh rides, holding her in front of the fire, champagne, chocolate and-oh, f*ck.