Page 13 of Tempting the Player
His lips parted. “Forty seconds to go…”
The next pass of his thumb created an outrageous friction. She thrust to draw him closer, deeper.
Chad growled deep in his throat. “I like that—like how your body responds to me. Perfect.”
Sweet agony barreled through Bridget. Her legs stiffened.
Oh, oh God…
“Thirty seconds…” he said, lowering his mouth to hers. He suckled there, matching what he was doing below with his fingers. He pulled back and murmured, “Twenty seconds…”
My God, he was really going to count down? He was absolutely insane.
And then he nipped and tugged on her lips as his fingers pushed in, twisting. Her body was out of control, it seemed: grinding against his hand, seeking more. Muscles coiled and tightened. Lightning raced down her spine, firing at each vertebra. Her toes curled in her boots as her hips raised clear off the wall. She gasped for air. Every single nerve ending was poised to fire.
“Come for me,” he commanded.
And then his hand below moved, rolling the bundle of nerves between his fingers, and he pinched.
Release shattered through Bridget, swift and powerful, tossing her up, spiraling her in the air as sweet waves of pleasure racked her body. Thoughts scattered as she broke apart and was slowly, deliciously pieced back together.
Limp, sated, and mind-blown, she settled against him, gasping for air as aftershocks rippled and blew her mind a little more. She opened her eyes, finding startling blue ones staring back.
“I had five seconds left,” he murmured, his hand still cupping her intimately.
Holy crap…
His lips tipped up on one corner. “And I still need to taste you.”
Bridget slumped against the wall, her heart trying to throw itself out of her chest. Sublimely dazed, she watched him through heavy lids.
Slowly, he pulled his hand free and stepped back. With his eyes locked onto hers, he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked off her arousal.
Bridget had never seen anyone do that. In books, yes, but not in real life. She was shocked—turned on—and completely wrapped in the sensual wickedness of the action.
Chad grinned. “I want more.”
Her heart stuttered.
His hands settled on her hips, and he bent his head, kissing her deeply, and then his hands slid down, under the skirt of her dress. His fingers slipped under the band of her panties again. There was a pause and as he pulled back, his teeth caught her lower lip. And then he was moving down, taking her panties with him.
In a daze, she placed her hands on his broad shoulders as she stepped out of them. She thought he’d remove her dress next or at least her boots, but he settled on his knees, staring up at her through thick lashes. Like that, bowed before her, he looked like some kind of god come to life.
He was beautiful.
Chad inched her dress up. Only when the material was around her hips did their eyes lock. She was laid bare for him, her most intimate parts. For a brief moment, she wondered if she should feel self-conscious, but the near feral promise in his languid eyes made her hot and shivery.
As impossible as it felt, more heat flooded her and a need took root deep inside. She watched, unable to look away as he placed a kiss on her inner thigh and then the other. The stubble on his cheek pricked her skin, sending a rush through her.
Bridget had never been more captivated by anyone in her life. In that moment, she was owned and branded. She didn’t understand the feeling, was too lost to really question it, but a twinge of unease blossomed in her breast. A man like Chad would be hard to forget, to move on from.
His breathing scorched her skin, and then his mouth was on her intimately and Bridget stopped thinking, capable of only feeling.
And he feasted on her.
Devoured her with his tongue and lips until her back bowed off the wall and her fingers delved deep into his messy hair.
She hissed through her teeth as her body rocked shamelessly against him. He worked her, licking and teasing until her head spun and she was sure her legs would give out. The tension coiled so deep, so tight, and so fast that she cried out.
