Play Me (Take a Chance 3)

Thank God.

Chapter Three

Garrett located her bedroom in record time, his heart pounding in his ears the whole way. He didn’t know what had gotten into Kiersten, but he wasn’t about to question it too deeply. If she decided she was ready to start something with him, then so be it. He’d take it.

It’s only what he’d been secretly wishing for the last ten years or so. No big deal. She’d never once looked at him the way she was looking at him tonight. He’d known he was in the friend zone and never dared to hope he might get out of it.

But now he was. It was surreal.

Hopefully Mike wouldn’t find out—because he’d fucking kill him. But it just might be worth it.

He tightened his grip on her thigh. Her short skirt had ridden up a little bit, and he got a peek at the black satin panties covering her perfect ass. His mouth dried out at the sight. Fuck, he might not be able to last long at all. He needed her that bad. He set her down on her feet by the bed after locking the door behind them.

He briefly wondered if he was trying to keep her inside the room, or other people out of it. She wasn’t exactly the type to seduce a man like this. Especially him. He knew that—yet here she was. Seducing him. He half expected her to stutter an excuse to send him away. For her to come to her senses. Instead, she met his eyes and didn’t back off. Good.

Because he didn’t want to let her go.

He ran his hand through his hair. “Turn around for me.”

She raised her brows. “Why?”

“Because I said so.” He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so that her back was against him. He slid his hands down her spine, over the curve of her hip, and then cupped her ass. Grasping the hem of her shirt, he gently lifted it over her head. He left the bra on…for now. Leaning down, he nibbled on her bare neck. She shuddered and leaned against his chest. “God, I love your ass.”

She chuckled. “Is that all?”

“No.” He trailed his fingers over her stomach, then up to the curve of her breasts. By the time he reached her nipples, she was breathing heavily and he was sure he’d died and gone to heaven. He ran his thumbs over her hard nipples, cursing the thin fabric barring him from touching her completely, and she let out a breathy moan. He made quick work of her bra, and then rolled the hard buds between his finger and his thumb, pulling her ass back against his cock. “This, too.”

She dropped her head back on his shoulder, reaching behind her to grab his upper thighs and yank him closer. “I want you,” she murmured.

“Oh yeah?” He bit down on her shoulder hard, and she trembled in his arms. “Know what I really want?”

She ran her fingers over his ass. Her light caresses sent a fist of pure need to his gut. “No. What?”

He closed his hand over her mound. “This.”

Without another word, he spun her around and onto the bed. She landed on her elbows, her cheeks flushed and her skirt sitting high on her thighs. Her blond hair already looked like she’d been thoroughly fucked and he’d barely begun. He dropped to his knees between her legs, his eyes on he

rs the whole time. He’d given her enough chances to change her mind about this. But even so, he took his time, slowly lifting her skirt higher. Baring her thighs to his touch.

And man, those thighs were fucking perfect.

Lowering his head, he kissed the flesh just above her knee. Her legs fell open more and she flopped back on the bed. That was all the invitation he needed. Moving closer, he placed another kiss an inch higher. He grabbed her skirt and yanked it down her hips. Next went the panties and then she was naked and all his.

Leaning back on his heels, he looked at her naked body. She was even more incredible than he could ever have imagined in his wildest dreams. And she’d starred in a lot of his dreams. She sat up and tugged at his shirt, ripping it over his head. He let her do that, but then climbed over her and held her hands down by her head. “No more.”

“But—”

“No.” He nibbled on her ear, relishing in her shudder. If he let her undress him, this would be over too fast. He needed a clear barrier between them. A safety net, so to speak. “Tonight, I’m in charge. And first things first…do you have any condoms here?”

She bit her lower lip. “I’m the one in charge. This was my idea.”

He cocked a brow. “It doesn’t look like you are to me, but you’re free to take over…if you can get loose.”

She squirmed and wiggled but didn’t move even an inch. He nibbled on the side of her throat, and she eventually stopped fighting. Instead, she arched her neck to give him better access. “Done fighting?”

“Y-Yes,” she groaned.

“Good.” He drew back and looked down at her. “Condoms?”