Hooked by Love (Bellevue Bullies 3)

So intense.

And all on me.

“Now, tell me,” he demands, his fingers tracing the curve of my nether lips. I nip at his bottom lip, and he grins before pressing his sweet lips to mine. It’s an intense, lengthy kiss, one that hits my soul and has me crawling on top of him. Sliding his hands along my ass, he squeezes. “Man, are you gonna make me work for an answer?”

“I should.” I grin, laughter bubbling at the base of my throat. “But truth is, I couldn’t resist your pickup lines.”

“I knew it,” he says roughly, his hands at my hips, then my ribs before cupping my breast. “They get girls every time.”

“I bet,” I sing, and his head falls to the side.

“Don’t believe me?”

“No, you are no player.”

His eyes widen. “No?”

“Nope.” I brace my elbows on his chest before leaning my chin on my hands to look down at him.

“How did you come up with that assumption?”

Leaning on one hand, I reach down, running my finger along his jaw and lips. He nips at my finger, taking it between his teeth and causing me to hiss before he grins, letting my finger go. “Meanie.”

“You like it.”

I do, so much so, I lean down and take his lips with mine. Cupping my face, he runs his thumbs along my cheekbones as we kiss, his touch so familiar, so sweet. He kisses me like we’ve been doing it for years, and that sort of thing should scare me. Instead, it fuels me for more. I deepen our kiss, pressing my chest to his. When his cock comes up against my ass, I move down, sliding my wet center along the length of him, and he responds by tightening his fingers around my waist.

Man, he feels so good.

So thick.

So big.

“Trouble,” he murmurs against my lips. “You’re fucking trouble.”

I grin against his lips, my fingers sliding into his hair as I stop. “Want me to quit?”

“Never,” he says gruffly. “But I want to know why you doubt my player game. I should let you know, I’m a big deal.”

My lips curve. “I have no doubt, but you’re not a player.”

“Why do you say that?”

“How many people have you slept with?”

His brow quirks, his eyes locked on mine. “Why?”

“Proving a point.”

“Fine, seven.”

“And you’re what? Nineteen?”

“Yeah.”

“If you were a player, it’d be much higher.”

“Maybe I’m just getting started.”