Page 41 of Player For Hire

“Smart reply. Some guys definitely don’t care. And if you want one of your lessons to be getting away from someone, I can do that too.”

My eyebrows shot up. “You’d do that?”

“It sucks that women need to know how to do that, but I can show you. And I don’t mind being your crash dummy there too.”

I laughed. “Crash dummy.” I lifted my knee against his inner thigh and felt the shift of his shaft and balls. “Like this.”

He stilled. “One good thing to remember is that men are very sensitive there. You can definitely hurt us, but also when a man is wounded, he can lash out. Better to go for eyes first then a shot to the balls.”

“Good to know.” Gently, I brushed the area in question. “I would prefer not to hurt you there at the moment. Subject to change, of course.”

He grinned as he lowered his mouth to mine. “Of course.”

The kiss was as slow and easy as the sunshine streaming over us.

“Touch me anywhere, Naomi.”

I started with his arms as my fingertips followed the hills and valleys of his muscles. The hair along his forearms that led to sinewy muscles and much larger, bulgier biceps and even those side ones. Triceps, maybe? I didn’t know the name, but they flexed as he rose above me.

His eyes fluttered shut as I lightly scraped my nails over his shoulder.

“Do you like a back scratch, Colder?” His muscles bunched under my touch and a grumble rumbled from his chest as he lowered himself over me. Our legs tangled and then he settled between my thighs. The weight of him was delicious and different.

He was nearly a foot taller than me and probably the biggest guy I’d ever been with.

“Back is my weakness.”

I brought my other hand up to trail my nails over all those muscles. He shifted against me, and his cock lengthened, butting against my thigh.

He inched down my body, his bearded chin drifting over the skin above my bralette as he grinned at me. “Keep going. I want to feel those nails dig into me as I get lower. Tell me how it feels with your grip.”

“Okay. I can do that.”

His big hand slid down my hip to grip my thigh as he opened me wider with his broad chest. His chin slid between my breasts for a second before he reached under me. “No catch.”

“Nope.”

“I’ll have to go from the bottom then.” He swiped his tongue along where my nipple hardened, then he pulled the tip between his teeth before releasing me and moving down farther. His tongue swiped over the skin under my breasts as he slowly nosed up the material. His mouth explored every last inch of my breast before he finally pushed up the bralette and released my flesh with a groan.

My nails dug into those firm muscles as he covered one tip and sucked strongly.

“Holy God.”

“So soft.” He brought his hand up to cup one and tug at the tip. “And fits perfectly in my hand.”

I arched up as he went from one to the other until I was out of my mind. The music had a bass to it that only added to the frustration and hum taking hold of me. I needed more.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t know. More.”

He sucked harder and let the nipple pop out of his lips. I hissed in frustration. His other hand slid down to grip my hip as he went lower. “You need my mouth on you?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

He scraped his teeth down my ribs to my belly. “Want me lower, Naomi? Tell me.” He inched down the big bed and widened my legs. He sucked on my inner thigh and dragged his nose along the fragile skin. “Want me here?”

I stared down at him, my hands on his shoulders. “I don’t usually like it.”