Page 80 of Playing Dirty
Sabrina leans toward me as he hops off the ladder, her expression going uncharacteristically soft. "He's a keeper, Margot. I think he fits in here just fine."
I look out at him, dripping wet and grinning as he makes a run for the door, and my heart feels fuller than it has in years. "I think so too."
"I missed you!" I gasp, practically throwing myself into his arms the second he clears the threshold of my front door.
He smells like that expensive Tom Ford cologne, spicy and masculine and entirely too intoxicating. He's been on the road for an away game and just flew back into town tonight, coming straight to my place. Sabrina is still out with Marco, which means I have the whole cottage to myself.
"Mm, I missed you too, Ace," he rumbles, pulling back just enough to catch my gaze before he captures my mouth in a deep, desperate kiss.
Desire pulses through me instantly, a heavy, aching need that leaves me lightheaded. Every hour spent apart only seems to sharpen my hunger for him, and the prospect of finally having him back in my bed is making my knees weak. His tongue sweeps against mine as he walks me backward into the house, his foot kicking the door shut behind us as he pushes me against the wall.
"Wow. I'd say you have exactly one thing on your mind," I pant against his lips as he starts maneuvering me toward the bedroom.
"Well, I have been thinking about fucking you since theopening face-off, if that's what you're asking," he growls, his hands possessive on my hips. "I think I ignored several traffic lights and maybe a few speed limits just to get here."
I let out a shaky breath and melt into him as he maneuvers us through the bedroom door. He backs me into the mattress and sinks down with me, his mouth returning to mine with a starving intensity. I want him so deeply it hurts.
"Wait." My hands come up to his chest, creating an inch of space. "Wait, Cillian."
He pulls back instantly, breath ragged, eyes dark. "What's wrong? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," I say, feeling a sudden, ridiculous prickle of embarrassment. "It's just... ugh. I started my period while you were gone. I'm still on it. I'm sorry, I just figured I should mention it."
"Why on earth would you be sorry for that? I don't care, Ace." He reaches up to stroke my cheek, his expression softening instantly. "Do you need anything? A heating pad?"
I smile, touched by the concern. "No, I feel okay. It's day three, which is usually when the worst of it passes for me. I figured we'd just have to skip the actual sex, though, as much as I've been wanting it."
"Only if you want to skip it." His fingers trace my jaw. "If you're not up for it, we'll open a bottle and watch a movie. I’m happy just to be with you. But if you're thinking a small amount of blood is enough to ever put me off you, Ace, then you've badly misjudged exactly how much I want you."
I blink at him, my heart doing a nervous little dance. "You're not... grossed out?"
He chuckles. "You've dated some real assholes, haven't you?"
"Shut up and yes," I mutter, though I'm already smiling.
He returns to my mouth, kissing me with a renewed fervor that leaves no doubt about his intentions. I can feel how much he wants me, his cock hard and demanding against me, and anyremaining hesitation I have evaporates in the heat of his touch. He presses me down into the soft duvet, his hands roaming my body with a familiar, greedy insistence that has me whimpering into his throat.
We tangle together on the mattress, limbs intertwining as he tugs at my clothes like he can't get me close enough. He makes quick work of my shorts, his eyes never leaving mine, and I gasp as he tosses his own clothes aside.
He sinks back over me, his mouth claiming mine with a hard, bruising intensity that steals my next breath. One hand slides beneath the edge of my cotton underwear, his thumb finding my clit with an accuracy that sends static through my vision. He pulls back just a fraction, his fingers hooking into my waistband to drag the last of my cotton barriers down my legs.
"You're so fucking sexy," he rasps. "There is not one thing about you I don't want. Do you understand me?"
His palm trails lower, mapping the line of my body. He presses a slow, unhurried kiss into the sensitive curve of my neck, his breath a fevered brand against my skin that makes my whole system hum.
"That feelsincredible," I moan, my fingers twisting hard into his hair while he devours me with a greedy focus.
"Say it for me." His finger works my clit in a tight, relentless rhythm that has me trembling. "Tell me exactly how much you want my cock."
"I want it so bad, Cillian," I whisper, a final flicker of the old hesitation flaring up before the raw intimacy of it all. "But you... you don't have to do that part, if you'd rather not?—"
He lifts his head, a slow, wicked grin carving through the shadows. "Sweetheart, I've no fear of getting a little dirty for you."
He kisses his way down my body, over my stomach, lower, and settles between my thighs, his eyes locked on mine the whole way down. Then he reaches up, sliding two fingers intome, and I feel him find the cotton string and hook it. He doesn't pull. Not yet. He just holds my gaze.
"Here's what's going to happen," he says, low and rough. "I'm going to take this out. And then I'm going to put my cock exactly where it was and fuck you until you forget your own name. Alright?"
I gulp, my whole body flushing, and manage a nod.
