Page 92 of Player For Hire

“I think so.”

“Then I’m glad.” I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, so I finally just settled them on the back of the couch behind his head.

“Take this off.” He flicked at the hem of my shirt.

“And why would I do that?”

“Lesson time.”

“I think my teacher should be out of office tonight.”

“Haven’t you ever had a drunk make out, Naomi?”

“No. Well, maybe in college, but it didn’t work out in my favor.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t have enough to have whiskey dick.” He set the plate down on the end table. “I’d never leave you hanging, anyway.” His hands slid up my back, shoving the shirt up on the way.

“Hey.” I glanced down the hall.

Then his mouth was on my breast. “Ah, babe. So soft and sweet. I always expect you to taste like raspberries.” He drew strongly on my nipple until I dug my nails into the couch.

“Colder, we’re in the living room. What kind of lesson is this going to be?”

“Coming without a sound, of course. Can you do that, sweet Naomi?” He cupped my breast and drew on it again until it popped when he let it free. “I love your sounds. They’re so sexy, but can you come without making one of those sweet moans?” He twirled that far too talented tongue around the tight tip. “Come without saying my name in that breathy voice I love.”

I stilled.

He loved?

Then he dragged his short beard over my sensitive nipple and I had to bite back a groan. His beard always drove me wild. It wasn’t overly long—just enough to be soft and a little prickly at the same time.

With his other hand, he gripped my hip and circled me against his stiff cock. “Feel what you do to me? I want you all the time, Naomi. It’s actually a little crazy-making.”

I opened my mouth to reply, and he shook his head. “Nope. No sounds out of you. Just listen to me. Feel me.” He led me into a slow rocking. It wasn’t fair since I was wearing thin sleep shorts and he had on jeans.

“This sweet pussy is mine.”

I drew in a quick breath.

“I know we’ve been together for a while now and haven’t talked about what we are. Not really. But I’m yours, Naomi. All the way yours.”

I licked my lips. I wanted that. I didn’t expect that, but I wanted it so badly.

He lifted his other hand to cup the back of my head and dragged me closer to take my mouth. “Don’t say anything yet. I just need you to know it. I’m yours and I want you to be mine,” he said against my mouth.

Since I couldn’t tell him, I had to show him. I looped my arms around him and the kiss spun out. Even inebriated, he knew how to touch me. Even worse, he knew the words to say that destroyed me.

Effortlessly.

He moved his mouth to my neck, dragging his beard along the skin between my shoulder and neck in that way I loved. “Ride me. I want inside you so bad, but right now, just ride me. Get yourself off on me. Quietly.”

He gripped my hips with both hands now and his gaze was direct on mine. It was too intense. As usual, the fun always spun into feelings that were too big for me to breathe around. So fast.

We’d only known each other for a few weeks, but I’d never been so connected with anyone. It was as terrifying as it was thrilling.

I closed my eyes for a moment to get my bearings.

“Naomi, eyes on me.”