International Player(37)

“I’m not. But, you know . . .” I lifted a shoulder. Why should it be a one-way rule? “If it did happen with someone else, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Good to know,” he responded sarcastically.

“Four, we get tested regularly for STDs.”

He rolled his eyes like a bored teenager at the back of the class.

“Five, all meetings are arranged in advance. No just turning up.” This one was more for me since I didn’t want to run into some six-foot, rail-thin model coming out of his penthouse.

“Okay, so we schedule the sex.” His grin replaced the sarcasm.

“Six, the sex has got to be good.”

He grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward him, then crawled over me. “You think it would be any other way?” he growled.

His hard body, over me, blocked out everything but him. The same way he was all I saw whenever he was around. He dipped his head, pressing his lips into the skin just above my collarbone. But we hadn’t finished. I pushed at his chest. “No, Noah.”

He pulled away, his gaze dipping from my eyes to my lips and back up. “No? Do I need to sign something first?”

I poked his hard abs. “I haven’t heard your rules yet.”

“I don’t have any. We’re going to have hot, uncomplicated sex. Perfect. I’ll sign whatever you want me to.”

He went to kiss me, and I pressed my fingers against his lips. “I’m serious. We need to be clear about each other’s expectations before we start this thing.”

“I’m serious, too. I’ve heard your expectations. I agree with them. I don’t have any others.”

“So, just like that, you’re ready?”

He lowered his body against mine, his erection pressing against my thigh. “I’m more than ready. I’ve been imagining this for a very long time.”

And I was done. There was no more fight left in me.





Twenty





Noah


The fresh coconut scent of her was enough to get me hard. But sitting there with her carefully arranged stationery as she proposed we have a casual sexual relationship? Fuck, my erection pressed against my zip so painfully my eyes watered. She didn’t have to ask twice. I’d have agreed to pretty much anything to kiss her again. I didn’t quite understand the pull I had toward her, and I still didn’t know how this was going to turn out. Yet even though I was risking something important to me for sex, it was a gamble I had to take. There had always been something about her that was different and totally confounding, and I wanted to explore that.

I groaned into her neck, breathing her in. I just couldn’t get enough. Her fingertips crept over the top of my shirt and pressed into my neck in the most perfect way. I wanted to savor this, draw it out, to kiss for hours, but I was too impatient to get more of her, to have all of her.

I popped open the buttons of her blouse. Jesus, the silk and skin and her perfect scent—I was in sensory overload. I buried my head between her breasts, trying to drown in her. I couldn’t remember struggling to hold back with anyone before. It was as if Truly ripped sounds from my throat like some kind of witch. She stole my control—made me dizzy with need for her.

I reached for the hem of her skirt. What the hell were all these clothes still doing on? There were too many barriers between us. I pulled back and removed my shirt. Her gaze dipped to my torso and suddenly all those hours in the gym had been for her.

She pressed her thumb against my nipple, and the sensation was as potent as if her mouth was around my cock. Sweat gathered at my brow as I stopped myself from just pulling out my dick and shoving it in right there. I needed more than that. And I knew she deserved more.

As I stood to pull off my trousers, she lifted her hips and rucked up her skirt, displaying her black lace knickers. I fought between the urge to kick off my trousers and get a closer look at her pussy. I freed myself of my clothes and sank to my knees.

“Oh yes, you’re already so wet for me.” I examined the patch of darkened material, then yanked the lace to the side.

She sighed and parted her legs, and my blood pumped louder in my veins.

This. This was what I wanted.

Going down on her was necessary. It wasn’t some favor, or some way of warming her up. I needed it. I’d make sure she enjoyed it, just as I knew I would.

As if we knew that the next step would be crossing some kind of boundary, we locked eyes. She smiled softly and dug her fingers through my hair.

I bowed my head and slid my tongue between her folds, reveling in her heat, her wetness, the way her hips slowly lifted beneath me. She was so sweet, so fucking drenched. I gripped the top of her thighs, digging my thumb into the crevice where her leg met her body. I wanted to pin her down and make her take everything I had to give her.

I’d never been friends with a lover before. Friendly but not close. Truly was the only woman I’d ever told about my accident, the only one I thought looked cute eating noodles, yet nothing about this moment was anything but perfect. This was exactly how it was meant to be.

I groaned into her sex, wanting more of her.

“Please don’t stop.” She squeezed out the words as if they wouldn’t quite fit, but she had to try.

But there was no chance I was stopping. I couldn’t. I licked up one side of her pussy and then the other, pressing and sucking and covering her clit. Going one way and then the other, I was determined to make her feel good, to charge over the line of friendship into something more. Her legs tightened and her fingers clenched my hair.