Page 80 of Tempting the Player
Bridget reached down, cupping him, and his breath faltered as he rubbed himself against her hand. “Chad, I need you.”
A hand tightened on her hip. “That’s all I want to hear—ever.”
She didn’t have a chance to digest what that meant. Sharp darts of pleasure shot through her as he slipped two fingers inside her. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, his eyes bright with heat. “I want to taste you, but fuck, I can’t wait.”
She nodded, deep anticipation stirring in her belly as he rose up, positioning an elbow beside her head. She felt him then, nudging at her core. She spread her thighs wider before thinking better of it. “Condom?”
“Are you on the pill?” he asked. “I’ve never been with anyone without a condom before, but I need to feel you. All of you, Bridget.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
His hot gaze traveled down her, resting at the spot where they were almost joined. “Beautiful,” he murmured.
She raised her hips, desperate to bring them together, but he clamped a hand down on her hip and forced her back down.
“No.”
“No?” she breathed.
A half-smile appeared on his lips as he dragged his gaze back up to hers. “Not yet.”
Was he expecting her to wait? Because she didn’t want to wait—not for this and not for him. She reached forward, about to force them to join. With reflexes honed from years on the field, he rose to his knees and caught her hands just as her fingers brushed his waist. He brought her wrists together in one grip, forcing her arms above her head.
Her heart tripled in speed. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to fuck you.”
“That’s not what it looks like to me.”
He chuckled in a way that made her think of dark and sinful things and shifted so that his knees were between her spread thighs, forcing her open wide. “You just haven’t been properly fucked yet.”
Oh Lord…
Chad’s gaze swept over her again, and she’d never felt more exposed, her body arched, her breasts thrusting up. She couldn’t move her limbs, not with her arms held by him and her legs forced open. Instead of feeling self-conscious, she felt a delicious wave of awareness.
Mouth dry, she swallowed. “And are you going to fuck me properly?”
“Until you’re senseless,” he said, and then his head dipped. Those wonderful lips wrapped around her nipple as he reached between them, his clever fingers sliding down her belly, stopping just above where she wanted him.
Bridget whimpered.
He nipped at the peak of her breast, causing her to gasp. “What do you want, Bridget?”
“You know.” Surely he didn’t expect her to talk about this.
His teeth grazed her other nipple. Her body jerked. Then he soothed the sting with his warm tongue. He went back and forth, alternating between small bites of pain and soothing licks, until she squirmed from the relentless torture.
“Chad,” she gasped, her eyes wide.
“Tell me what you want.” His mouth went around her breast again, and he suckled deeply, drawing a hoarse cry from her. “Tell me, Bridget.”
Her fingers curled helplessly. “I want you.”
“No. Tell me what you want me to do.”
She could barely breathe. “I want you… I want you to touch me.”
“Yes.” His tongue flicked over her sensitive nipple. “Tell me where you want me to touch you.”
