Page 76 of Play For Me

“You’re falling behind, Barnes,” I tell him, patting the side of his still-clothed thigh.

“Of course she would make this competitive, too,” he mutters to himself. I’m far too busy gawking at him to respond because Sol is sliding down his sweat pants and I might just be dying.

“Come back,” I beg, reaching for him, wanting nothing more than to feel that delicious weight of him on top of me again.

But Sol has other ideas. His eyes are locked on my body, his expression both hungry and determined.

“Not yet,” he mumbles, moving down to lie on his belly between my legs. “First I need…”

Then his mouth becomes too busy to talk and nothing,nothinghas ever felt this good.

Solomon has always struck me as a focused guy. When we’re working on something on the field or in the treatment room, he’s pretty single-minded. What had Jay said about him being obsessive? Something about Sol having “special interests” that he obsessed over.

Well, right now, I’m pretty sureI’mthe special interest. Because Sol is using every bit of his focus and single-minded effort to make me feel good.

I think I really like being his obsession.

He takes me over the edge twice before he finally climbs back up the mattress. He hasn’t lost the wild look in his eyes, but he smirks a little when he sees the way I’m still panting.

“I’m not even going to be mad that you look so cocky right now,” I tell him. “You totally earned it.”

He laughs softly as he lowers himself over me, and I feel like my heart is going to burst. I’ve never had sex like this before—the kind where I feel this comfortable with the other person. The kind where we can tease and laugh and still be completely wild for each other in the next moment.

His face grows serious as he settles over me. “I want you. I want this.” He leans in and presses a hot kiss against my neck. “Do you want this?”

“So, so much Sol.”

He breathes out a shaky breath. “Thank fuck.” That makes me giggle, but my breath catches when he reaches for his wallet on the nightstand, pulling out a condom.

This is really happening.

My cheeks flush but I can’t tear my eyes away when he rolls the condom on. His hands are so big and sure in their movements. I want those hands on me again, just as confident and steady in the way they touch me.

He checks in again when he’s done, his dark eyes intent on my face. “Still okay?”

“Better than okay.”

He grins, the sight taking my breath away. I really like intense, broody Solomon, but happy Solomon might just be my favorite.

The smile only slips from his face when he settles against me and pushes inside. He squeezes his eyes shut, looking almost pained, and I pull him against me so our chests are flush, rubbing a hand up and down his back.

“You feel so good, baby,” he mumbles against my neck. Usually, I don’t go for pet names, but something about him calling me that in his low, raspy voice has fresh heat zinging through me.

“So do you,” I gasp.

“Wanted this for so long, Cecelia,” he says, and his voice sounds almost awed.

“Please,” I beg, tilting my hips restlessly. “I need you, Solomon.”

He doesn’t make me wait. Instead, he latches his eyes to me as he moves. I can feel the intensity of his gaze on my face, like he’s taking note of my every reaction, fascinated to see what makes me feel good, that focus clear in his eyes.

I try to hold his gaze but it’s too much. He feels too good and his focus is too intense but I still want more. I want more of his hands on me, more of the feel of his body against mine, more of his heated looks and his desperate kisses.

More of the awed way he whispers my name as he brings me right to the edge again.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs as he watches me slip over, as something white hot and overwhelming erupts inside me. “Perfect, Cecelia.”

And when he finally shudders and comes apart, I realize I’m saying the same thing.