Game for Trouble (Game for It 2)

No, more like he just wanted to ram inside her. Fuck her until he couldn’t see straight. Until he was coming like a geyser and yelling like a man possessed, driving her into the bed with his every hard, relentless thrust.

His cock twitched in anticipation.

“Come join me,” she whispered in the sultriest voice he’d ever heard. A young and sexy Willow had nothing on a slightly older, even sexier Willow. Back when he’d first met her, she’d been eager and a little shy and so fucking gorgeous it hurt to look at her. Oh, and alw

ays up for anything—and he meant anything—he wanted to try. Experimental and giving and willing…so willing. Responsive.

Fucking so responsive.

“Nick.” That siren’s voice broke through his cloudy thoughts, and he climbed onto the bed, climbed straight over her as she brought her legs together. His knees resting on either side of her hips, he propped himself on his elbows and studied her, his face close to hers.

“You’re so hot.” She arched her back, her full breasts brushing against his chest, and he sucked in a harsh breath.

“You’re the hot one, darlin’. All sexy and naked and practically begging me for it.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I haven’t said a thing that could come close to begging.”

“Mmm, you don’t have to. I can see it in your eyes. The way you move your body. A wickedly gorgeous body, too, I might add.” He pressed his cheek to hers and breathed deeply her intoxicating scent. Damn, this woman twisted him all up inside. Drove him crazy, made him want her, and made him want to push her away all at once.

A heady combination.

He rubbed his cock against her soft belly, wanting her to feel what she did to him. She sighed, winding her arms around him, drifting her hands down his back, scraping her nails along his skin and making him shiver.

Fuck, this felt so right, being in her arms, skin on skin, legs twined together. She lifted her hips and bent her knees outward, sending him closer, and he closed his eyes tight, trying to keep his shit together.

It would be so much easier, losing all control. But he wanted to make this last. The way the woman’s moods changed on a dime, he wasn’t about to let this opportunity go the way of a quick lay, over in minutes.

He had a sweet body to savor. A delicious mouth to kiss, pert nipples to suck, and soft, fragrant skin to map with his lips and hands. Yeah, he had a lot to do and was more than ready for the task.

“I’d like you inside my body and soon, if you don’t mind,” she murmured, rubbing against him like a cat. He liked how she just asked for it. No pretense, no bullshit. Just…let’s make this happen.

“I need a condom.” He started to get up. “Got one in my jeans.” Had an entire box in his car, but he didn’t need to mention that at the moment.

“Wait.” She gripped his arms, stopping him from leaving her. “I have some in my bedside table.” She traced the tattoo on his arm with her index finger, her gentle touch making him shiver.

Grinning, he bent to give her a wet, tongue-thrusting kiss. “Perfect.” He reached over and opened the drawer, searching around until he found a foil packet, then waved it in front of her. “Put it on me.”

She arched a brow. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. I wanna feel those hands of yours touch me.” Nick pulled away from her and got on his knees, watched as she moved deftly into position and crouched before him. Her breasts bounced with the movement, pretty pink nipples just begging to be pinched and sucked, and he reached out, caressed them with the tips of his fingers. She quivered when he circled her nipples with his index fingers.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one who touched you,” she said shakily.

“Sorry.” He snatched his hands away from her too tempting breasts. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Smirking, she set the foil package on the bed beside her, her gaze dropping to his insistent cock. Damn, he wanted inside her bad, but he needed to wait. Had to.

Though hell, if he had to wait another minute, he might explode.

She touched him, her fingers feather light as they grazed his cock, nearly making his eyes cross. He tilted his head back on a groan when she gripped him, stroked him from root to tip in one long, sweeping motion. Her thumb slid over his tip, circling him. Teasing him.

Nick glanced down, watched her slender hand stroke him straight into oblivion. And then she was bending over him, her hair falling all around his lap as she licked the very tip of his erection, a wet and warm tease that had him hissing in a breath just before she completely enveloped him in that hot, tight mouth of hers.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned, thrusting his fingers in her thick hair so he could push it out of the way. He wanted to watch, he wanted to see this beautiful, crazy woman of his swallow him up.

She murmured something, the vibrations rippling along his length, and he knew he was this close to completely losing it. He absolutely did not want to come like this. Deep in her mouth, practically bumping the back of her throat. No way, no how was he shooting his load after only a few minutes enjoying the best blowjob of his life. He hadn’t been with Willow for years. He wanted this moment to be special.

“Will.” He tugged on her hair, making her glance at him. “Not like this, sugar. I want to be inside you. I fuckin’ need to be inside you.”