Page 52 of The Playmaker

“Now I get to do all the dirty thing I’ve always wanted to do to you,” he says. “Stay put.” The shower door slides open, and I listen to the foil crinkle as he rips into the condom and sheathes himself. A second later he positions his cock at my entrance. His hands slide to my hips, grip them for leverage, as he powers forward and slides all the way inside me, filling me up until I’m moaning and grasping at the wet tiled wall.

“I was wrong,” he growls.

Wrong?

Oh, God, what was he wrong about? Having a secret affair with me?

He presses against me, caging me with his body. “Blue doesn’t look good on you. I do.”

He drives into me hard.

“Cole,” I cry out. He inches out, only to slam back in again, a loan moan in his throat as he seats himself high inside me. I try to breathe, try to think, to move, but I can’t do any of those things. No, all I can do is focus on the pleasure centered between my legs.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says, and begins to slide in and out, creating a rhythm that shuts down my brain. I move with him, my body on autopilot, taking, giving, wanting…needing.

Friction builds between my legs, and my sensitive nipples pucker even more as he pounds into me. He bends over me, his chest pressed against my back, and his fingers slide between my legs. The roughness of his palms against my skin brings on a hard quiver, but then I begin to tremble with need as he applies the perfect amount of pressure to my clit.

“Yes, just like that,” I cry out.

I angle my head and try to see him. I catch a glimpse of his face, his jaw clenched tight, a storm building inside him, and I must say, I love that look on him.

I push against him, wanting him deeper in my body, and the air leaves his lung

s, spills over my neck and back. He flicks my clit, runs his fingers over it, and as much as I want this to continue, to make this last all night, I’m fighting a losing battle.

The pressure in my core amplifies, every nerve ending zapping, firing, sparking like I’d stuck my wet finger in a light socket, and I let out a whimpering cry as I let go, coming all over his cock. I close my eyes and focus on the points of pleasure as he stills high inside me. My sex grips him tight with each hard clench, and it brings on a round of hushed curses from behind me.

I try to suck in air as he lets go. “So good,” I whisper.

“So fucking good,” he says, and continues to fill me with his cum with each hard pulse. When he finishes, he puts his arms around me, and hugs me tight, his head resting against my shoulders, his heavy breaths on my neck.

Steam fills the shower, and once again I feel giddy. A sound catches in my throat, and there’s nothing I can do to stifle it, seeing as my hands are still pressed against the wall, exactly where Cole told me to keep them, and my body is too boneless to move an inch.

“Something funny?” he asks, his voice vibrating against my body and sending heat through me again. God, what is it about this man? I just had sex with him, and I want him again.

“No,” I say, and giggle some more. “Nothing funny.”

“You kind of laugh at the weirdest moments,” he says, but I hear the humor in his voice.

“I know.” I move against him, take pleasure in his cock still buried deep inside me.

He puts his mouth near my ear. “I need more,” he whispers, as he slides his cock out of me. “I’m not nearly done with you tonight.” He inches back, and I can’t see him, but I know he’s giving me a long inspection. “Stay just like this, Nina. Seeing you wide open, with your sweet ass in the air, is making me hard again.”

I glance at him over my shoulder, and his eyes are the darkest shade of green I’d ever seen. There is an intensity about him that kicks some small working brain cell into action.

I push off the wall, and my body collides with his.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, his deep voice filling me with a new kind of need. “I told you to stay put.”

I turn to him, grab the soap and lather my hands. “Yes, I know, but you’re supposed to be taking it easy, and because of that, you no longer get to call the shots tonight—I do.”

“Call the shots, huh?”

“You like that,” I say. “Getting some hockey terms in there.”

He chuckles, but it turns to a heated groan when I run my soapy hands over his body and drag them lower, until I’m holding his cock.

“I believe your doctor said something about me doing all the work.”