Page 31 of The Player I Can’t Pick

“That’s not good enough.” I kiss her softly. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

“You have me.”

She slides her hands down my chest to my belt. Her fingers fumble with the buckle, and I cover them with mine. “We don’t have to rush.”

I can hear the frustration in her voice. “I’m not rushing; you're just wearing too many clothes.”

I laugh and help her. Once I’m out of my jeans, her eyes widen. I have to bite back a groan at the way she looks at me.

“Still want me?” I ask.

Her gaze lifts to mine. “Yes.”

I reach for the button on her jeans, but I wait until she nods before opening them. I ease them down her legs slowly, kissing the soft skin I uncover as I go. When she’s standing in front of me in nothing but her panties, she looks nervous again. I rise and pull her against my chest.

“You’re safe with me.”

She leans into me. “I know.”

I cup her face in my hands and search her eyes. “Do you? I would never hurt you.”

She says it again. “I know.”

I kiss her lips, and she tilts her head to the side so I can deepen the kiss. I lift her and place her gently in the center of the bed. She watches me as I lie beside her and run my hand slowly down her body.

I don’t rush because I know I don’t want this night to end. I slide my hand between her thighs, and her breath catches.

“Okay?”

“Yes.” She moans.

I stroke her through the thin fabric, and her hips lift toward my hand. The more I touch her, the wetter she gets. I slide her panties down and toss them aside, then return my hand to her.

She grips my arm. “Guy.”

“I’ve got you.”

I touch her slowly at first, watching her face and learning what she likes. When I circle her clit, her eyes close and her head presses back into the pillows. “Look at me.”

Her eyes open.

“That’s it, honey.”

Her body tightens, and I can feel how close she is.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers.

I groan. “I’m not stopping.”

I keep my eyes on her as she falls apart. She clenches the blanket and cries out my name.

I hold her through it, kissing her temple and telling her how beautiful she is. When her breathing finally slows, I brush her hair away from her face. “You okay?”

She nods, still catching her breath. “I’m better than okay.”

I smile and kiss her. She reaches for me, but I stop her hand. “We should talk.”