Game for Marriage (Game for It 1)

“Hmm, yes.” She tilted her face up to his, a tiny smile curving her mouth. “But shouldn’t you be getting ready for practice?”

“I don’t want to leave.” He kissed her softly, his lips lingering, his fingers curling around the waistband of her panties. He wanted her, he was already hard for her. “I’d rather stay in bed with you all day.”

“But…” He cut off her protest with a deep, tongue-thrusting kiss. He touched her face, drifted his fingers down the length of her throat, along the front of her shirt. Grabbing the bunched fabric beneath her breasts, he tried to drag the shirt up.

“Take it off,” he commanded, his voice rough and she did as he asked. Pulling away from him, she tossed the shirt on the floor, only wearing a pair of white lacy panties.

A groan escaped him at the sight. That fast, he wanted her. So much he shook with the force of it, the need to push inside her and take her completely almost overwhelming him. He grasped at her panties, tugging them off, tearing them with the force and her eyes went wide when he whisked them off her legs.

“I want you,” she whispered.

“You’ve got me, baby.” In more ways than she was aware of yet. Reaching in between her legs, he touched her, stretched her with his fingers, playing with her clit with his thumb. She was already close, he could tell by the sounds she made, how she moved against him.

The bonus of not using condoms was he could slip into her tight little body whenever he felt like it. As in, now. He pressed his cock to her entrance, slowly sliding in, prolonging the sensation of being inside her that much more. Torturing himself with Sheridan was a delicious sort of agony he enjoyed, sadist that he was.

Warm, velvety heat engulfed him and he rocked into her, propping himself on his elbows so he could watch her beautiful face. It was currently screwed up in concentration, her eyes closed, her brows drawn downward. Her parted lips were swollen and he leaned over, captured them in a lush, thorough kiss.

She smiled when he lifted away from her and he smiled in return, even knowing she couldn’t see him, since her eyes were still closed. All the while he moved within her, their bodies gliding against each other in a restless rhythm, his pleasure magnifying with every heartbeat.

And Christ, did his heart beat extra hard the longer he watched her. His breath grew short, his skin tingled, and he wanted to tell her how he felt. Foreign emotion threatened, clouding his brain, fogging his judgment and he stilled, unsure of what to do next.

Those pretty golden-brown eyes appeared, the little frown still creasing her brows. Reaching up, she cradled his cheek in the palm of her hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” he whispered, his voice a hoarse rasp.

She smiled. Let her fingers drift down his cheek. ?

??So are you.”

“No.” He shook his head, and turned his face so he could press a quick kiss to her palm. “You—you’ve gotten under my skin. I wake up, I think of you. I go to sleep, I’m thinking of you. Dreaming of you. You invade my thoughts all day long. And when I see you, I can hardly wait to get my hands on you.”

The frown eased, her brows straightened, and a sweet smile curved her lush mouth. “You say the sweetest things,” she murmured.

“I’m serious.” He rocked into her, making her moan. “You mean a lot to me, Sheridan. I don’t think you even know how much.”

Her eyes widened, appeared to be filled with—shit, was that fear? He ducked his head, pressed his mouth to the warm, fragrant skin of her neck. Licking her, nipping her sensitive flesh with his teeth, all the while he picked up his rhythm, pounding inside of her, determined to fuck the flowery, wasted emotions right out of him.

But he couldn’t. He was flat-out overwhelmed with emotion for her.

“You feel so good, Jared.” She skimmed her hands down the length of his back, her nails scraping his skin, making him shiver. “I love the way you move inside me.”

He kissed her in answer, his tongue thrusting wildly against hers. She made him feel out of control. Like an animal, barely restrained, ready to unleash…until she was screaming and pushing him away and pulling him in close.

But she brought out the tender side in him as well. Where he wanted to cherish her and prolong this amazing moment between them. Tease her, tease himself, kiss her until their mouths grew tired, give her as many orgasms as she could possibly take until she was begging him to stop torturing her.

Leaning into her, he brushed her ear with his lips, felt her tiny shiver. “You need to know I’m falling for you, baby.”

Tingles washed over him when she opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his. She smiled, the sight of it like an arrow to his heart. “I—I’m falling for you, too, Jared.”

“It’s too good between us, isn’t it? So good.” Beyond good. Like into another stratosphere un-fucking-believable. Just thinking it scared the shit out of him.

But he was too far in to back out.

“Make me come, Jared.” A shiver moved through him. He loved to hear her say his name. “I need to feel you come inside me.”

Oh, yeah. He could get on board with that. Not saying a word, he intensified his strokes, increased his pace, until their bodies were slapping together, skin against skin. Faster. Deeper, his gaze locked with hers, the threat of orgasm so close he could practically taste it.

A little smile curled her lips when she tilted her head back, her body bowing beneath his, sending him about as deep as he could go. That did it. The sight of her, her breasts bobbing with his every thrust, her sex gripping him tight, he fell apart. Came with an intensity he hadn’t expected, the tremors shook his bones, rattled his blood, cracked open his heart.