Game For Tonight (Game for It 3)

It would be so easy to fall for him.

Her eyes flying open, she stared at the ceiling, overcome with her own thoughts. All the while Flynn was oblivious, his hands roaming her body, his light caresses eliciting shivers, making her tremble. She couldn’t believe the way she was thin

king. As if she could really fall for Flynn. Impossible. She couldn’t tell him Harvey had forced her into this arrangement by giving her an incentive. Flynn would flip if he knew the truth. Feeling something real for him would be a huge mistake. She couldn’t afford to give her heart away to him.

Maybe her mom hadn’t been too far off the mark, after all, saying that a man had the power to hurt her.

…

Aubrey was so beautiful, lying in the middle of her bed, completely naked, everything on display. Her ample breasts with the rosy pink nipples. Pale, creamy skin, flared hips, flat stomach, and a light patch of dark auburn hair curling between her thighs.

He broke out in a sweat, just looking at her. The woman made him damn near crazy with lust.

She had no idea the power she wielded over him, which turned him on even further. He went willingly when she tugged him on top of her. All those soft curves nestled up close, her long legs winding around his hips, the heels of her feet pressing into his ass, pressing him even closer to her.

“I want you,” he whispered against her ear just before he bit the lobe. Something about this woman made him want to be completely honest. No hiding, no pretending to be someone else. He just wanted to be…real. “You’re fucking killing me, Aubrey.”

She shoved at his shoulders hard, so he had no choice but to lift away from her to see her shocked gaze as she stared up at him. “What’s wrong?” he asked, because clearly something was bothering her, what with the wide-eyed way she stared at him.

Aubrey slowly shook her head. “You just said fuck.”

He frowned. “So?”

“You never, ever say fuck. You rarely curse at all.” She touched his cheek, let her fingers drift down the side of his face. “I sort of like hearing bad words pass from those sexy lips of yours.”

He burst out laughing. “You think my lips are sexy?”

“Absolutely,” she said without hesitation. “Especially when they’re dropping f-bombs.”

“You’re crazy,” he said, his laughter dying when she lifted up and pressed her lips to his collarbone. Damn, he liked having her mouth on him. “I have an image to keep up, you know?”

Since spending more time with Aubrey, he’d let those careful, almost puritanical walls he’d erected so carefully around himself slowly fall. He felt…comfortable with her. More at ease.

More himself.

“You don’t have to keep up any sort of image with me,” she whispered, her lips moving over his skin. “I like you for who you are, Flynn. Not because you’re a football player or everyone’s Golden Boy.”

He closed his eyes, smoothing his hands up and down her back as she continued to run her lips along his chest. He couldn’t think when she said stuff like that. “Tell me you have condoms,” he murmured, lost in the way she touched him, in the way her body felt beneath his hands. “I don’t have any with me, and I can’t go anywhere to buy some without causing a riot with the paparazzi.”

“I have lots of condoms,” she said, whimpering when he tipped her chin up with his fingers and kissed her. “There’s an entire box in the drawer of my bedside table.”

Glancing at it, he contemplated making a grab for them. He should spend more time on Aubrey first. He was dying to kiss her, stroke her, lick her again. Watch her writhe beneath him, hear those sexy little whimpers she made when he touched her in a particular spot. Ratchet up the anticipation so high the both of them were gasping for satisfaction.

So he did. He ran his mouth along her neck, down her chest, licking at the fragrant valley between her breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipples. She squirmed, grabbing at his hair, whispering his name, urging him on with breathy pleas of “yes” and “please” and “more.”

“I want you inside me,” she whispered, sending a shiver down his spine. His balls, his cock, everything within him ached, and he reached for the bedside table, yanking open the drawer and digging inside. He pulled out a giant box of condoms, his eyebrows raised as he held it in between them.

“Want to be prepared, or what?” he asked, shaking the box.

She giggled, her eyes glowing. “I have high expectations, Foley.”

Damn. If he could, he’d remain buried inside her for the rest of the night. But he had practice tomorrow. Early. And she had to go to work…

His schedule would remain this way until the season was over. If they made it all the way to the Super Bowl—and nope, he couldn’t think this way or he’d jinx them all—he’d have no time but for the occasional few hours in bed here and there with Aubrey. And then, once the season was over, he might leave…

The thought of not being a Hawk anymore depressed him. His dad would freak the hell out. Everything he’d ever worked toward would go up in flames. He could hear his father now. It was all about his dad. It always had been.

But what about his expectations? What he really wanted? The only person who seemed to care about him was…this pretty girl lying beneath him, watching him with a dazed look in her eyes.