The Player Hater (Accidentally in Love 1)

“I never showed you a grand tour of the place,” I moan as his fingers trace my pussy over the satin fabric of my panties.

He teases the apex between my thighs. “I’m taking a tour of your place right now.”

“I meant the bedroom.”

He nods, standing and lifting me up all in one motion, giant of a man he is, and my breath catches from the excitement of being with him.

It’s always exciting being with him…

The whole thing feels like deja vu as he carries me into the bedroom, pushing through the door with the tip of his toe, and deposits me in the center of my bed. Thank god it’s a queen because there’s no way this man would fit on a full size mattress.

He’s way too big and he’s way too tall. His feet would stick out the other end.

We get busy shucking our clothes; there’s no need to be coy about it, we both know we’re going to end up naked in the end so why prolong the inevitable?

“You are so damn sexy,” he whispers. “Have I told you tonight how beautiful you look?”

“Only a few times,” I laugh. “But do go on.”

“You’re so beautiful, Juliet—how did I get so lucky?”

I am melting in this man’s arms. “How did you get so lucky?” Is he out of his mind? I’m the one who is lucky!

I was a complete shrew the first day that we met, wanting to see things about Davis that were not there and I was bitter and jealous of my best friend.

Oh, I played it off well. Never would have admitted it to myself a month ago when Mia was asking me on the getaway trip but we all know that’s exactly what was happening. The reason I was trying not to like her boyfriend—now fiancé—was because I didn’t want to lose her, not because he was a bad person. I was scared I would be left behind.

I’m self-aware enough to know all of this about myself.

I am so lucky Davis laughed off all my pouting. The puking. The fish hook in the side of his head.

I kiss his ear now, the injury where I had accidentally run a piercing piece of metal through his lobe barely noticeable. It has healed beautifully.

Davis basks in the attention I’m giving him right now, his hands roaming slowly over my skin as we lay on top of my covers. Thankfully I keep the thermostat set at seventy degrees, so I’m not cold; his body is a blazing inferno and keeping us both toasty.

He trails kisses down my neck. Over my collarbone, down my sternum between the center of my breasts. His lips trail kisses over my belly to my belly button, hands lowering too, reaching so they’re beneath my ass.

I shift on the mattress, propping myself on the pillow, so I can watch his journey south, reveling at the sight of his dark hair, soon to be between my legs.

His warm mouth drags along the sensitive flesh of my thighs. Warm tongue. Wet tongue.

Thumbs graze over my pussy, making small circles over my clit, round and round and round they go until I moan, tipping my head back, soft moan leaving my throat.

Oh that feels good…

It’s been s-so long…

Yes, Davis, right there…

He’s so good at this, so good at this, so good…

Harder though, just a little, not so gentle. I want to feel it.

I want to burn.

I thrash my head, wanting him to climb up my body and slide his dick inside me—at the same time I want him to keep going. It’s never been easy for me to come when a man is going down on me; I used to not have them even bother to try. But this is different and I know I’m going to, I can f-f-feel it.

Oh shit…

Yes, just like that…

Less tongue, more sucking, oh shit yessssss…

My body is blazing hot; on fire.

I want to open my mouth and say something—I open my mouth and encourage him, but he’s already doing an outstanding job on his own without my guidance. Plunging my fingers through his hair, I tug gently—gently so he knows I am euphoric. So he knows I am enjoying this.

So he knows how turned on I am.

Davis’s arms splay, elbows spreading me wider, one of his palms spread on my pelvis, pushing down gently as his mouth sucks and licks.

Oh god.

Oh Davis…

OH…O…

After I come, he moves up my body, sliding into me with a loud groan, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting.

Moaning.

Kissing my neck.

I raise my hips, still sensitive, still reeling from my orgasm, hoping I can ride the wave of another one, searching for that spot as he pumps into me—knowing it’s there.

Just a little more…

Keep going, don’t stop.

“Oh fuck, Juliet…”

Keep going, don’t stop.

More, more, more.

“I’m close,” he groans.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him.