Page 60 of Tempting the Player
It was due to 100 percent Grade-A Chad.
With her ex, she’d never been this turned on. So ready for sex that every time she moved and her clothes brushed against her skin, she wanted to cry.
Hell, the one person who had ever left her body burning without even touching her had been Chad. She wasn’t sure she could do this, stay the night knowing he was only feet away.
After yanking her toothbrush out of her toiletry bag, she squirted toothpaste on it and set about brushing her teeth with a little too much vigor. When she finished, she turned off the water and clenched the toothbrush as she stared at her reflection.
“I like the jammies.”
Chad filled the doorway to the bathroom, startling her. His bare feet peeked out from underneath the hem of jeans that hung so low on his hips she wondered if he was wearing anything underneath them. He’d lost the shirt and sweater and his rock-hard abs were on full display.
Good God…
It looked like someone had placed indentations next to his hips, and she wanted to lick those chiseled slopes and then move on to each hard ripple. The man had a body to worship.
Heart pounding, she put her toothbrush back into its bag. When she was sure she was breathing normally, she faced him completely. “I thought you were going to bed.”
His stare was heavy-lidded. “I’m not tired.”
She gripped the edge of the sink with one hand as her chest rose and fell rapidly. His gaze dipped and through the thinned slits, his eyes were a deep, intense blue. Under his concentrated stare, her nipples hardened and the low fire that had been simmering all night long rushed through her veins. There was no mistaking her arousal. The tank was thin.
Bridget’s brain just clicked off and her body took over. Pulse thrumming, she felt no need to cover herself. “I’m not tired, either.”
Chad was on her in an instant.
Her gasp was cut off as he wrapped one powerful arm around her waist and pulled her against him. With her front against his, there was no questioning his desire or what he wanted, either. She felt his long and thick arousal pressed against her belly and her knees went weak. She gripped his shoulders, his skin hot and firm.
This was insane. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
One hand tightened on her hip and the other traveled up her spine, leaving delicious shivers in its wake. “Probably not,” he admitted.
Good to know they were on the same page, but she didn’t pull away and neither did he. That traveling hand of his delved deep into her hair and cradled the nape of her neck. Her breath came out in short bursts.
“Chad…” She trailed off as the hand on her hip skated down, cupping her rear. Heat exploded through her core.
His lips were a hairsbreadth from hers, tantalizingly close. “Yeah, we shouldn’t be doing this.” His voice was a low growl. “But can you tell me you don’t want this?”
Bridget knew she should, but the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth. She couldn’t look away from the intensity of his gaze.
“Didn’t think so,” he said, and lowered his head. His lips brushed against her lower one, and her hands tightened on his shoulders. “You want this as badly as I do.” To punctuate his words, his moved against her, and she bit back a moan. “Isn’t that right, Bridget?”
Oh, she did.
Chad made another slow, teasing sweep against her mouth. “Admit it.”
The hand on her ass tightened, and then he lifted her onto the tips of her toes so that his arousal pressed into her core. Her eyes drifted shut and her mouth opened. When he kissed her, his tongue slid over hers and then across the roof of her mouth, and she moaned softly.
“Admit it,” he said against her lips.
She shook her head.
He smiled and slipped his hand away from her neck, down to her aching breast. At first, his hand just skimmed over the swell, eliciting a muffled whimper from her. Then his thumb found the hardened peak and teased the nub until he was breathing as heavily as she was.
“I want to hear you say it, Bridget.” His thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple, and she cried out. A smug, satisfied grin split his lips. “Bridget?”
She clamped her mouth shut.
Challenge flared in Chad’s eyes. Letting go of her rear, he let her slide down and then both hands were on her breasts. Lowering his head, he caught the other peak in his mouth and suckled through the thin cotton. She cried out as pleasure rolled through her.
