Game for It: Game for Trouble Part 9

G.o.d, she really, really wanted to f.u.c.k with him. Well, more like f.u.c.k him.

Her cheeks hot, she glared. "I thought you had at least thirty minutes left before you'd finally show up."

"Surprise, I'm your early present." He nodded toward the door. "Gonna let me in?"

She gripped the door handle tight. "I shouldn't, what with your s.h.i.+tty att.i.tude."

"Don't give me any grief, woman. I'm not in the mood. We having this date tonight or what?"

"You tell me. Do you have plans to take me somewhere?" Heat zinged through her body. They needed to get out of her house. Before something dangerous happened.

Like the two of them falling into bed together. She'd changed clothes earlier, giving up on him even showing, but here he was, and here she stood. Wearing yoga pants and ready for bed.

Bed. Gulp.

He contemplated her, his jaw hard, his mouth grim. "If I told you where I wanted to take you tonight, I'm afraid you might slap my face."

She went damp at his dark tone, his even darker stare. "Maybe I want you to take me there," she whispered.

Oh c.r.a.p. After worrying about something dangerous happening, she went and said that. What the h.e.l.l was wrong with her?

Both brows went up as if he were surprised. Silly man. Didn't he know how much she wanted him? Though honestly, even she wasn't sure how much she wanted him. Her feelings for Nick confused the h.e.l.l out of her. "Maybe you should hear where I'm talking about first before you jump to that conclusion."

"Go ahead then. Say it." She practically dared him to.

"All righty then. I want to take you inside your house, into your bedroom." He took a step closer to her, his eyes never leaving her face. "Then I'm going to take off all your clothes until that pretty little body of yours is naked. Just for me."

She swallowed hard, her mouth dry. Sounded good so far.

He advanced another step. "Then I'm going to strip off my clothes, because it's not fair, spending quality time together with only one of us being naked and all." Another step, until he was so close, his feet brushed against hers. "So once we're both naked, I'm going to take you to your bed. Where I will keep on taking. And taking. And taking."

Willow gave a little nod when he paused. Wanting him to continue. Desperate for him to continue. "And then?" she croaked.

He smiled-the first one she'd seen from him in a while. Even while watching him on TV playing his game yesterday, he'd been so grim faced and determined through most of it. Enough for the commentators to make constant remarks during the entire game, wondering at his somber, sad att.i.tude. "And then I'm going to give you multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms. So many you're probably gonna beg me to stop. Because they'll end up taking you to another realm."

She blinked-couldn't find the strength to say a word, considering her head had just been wiped clean of all brain cells by what he'd just said to her. The heated promise in Nick's voice, his smoldering gaze as he watched her... His eyes dropped to the door handle she gripped so tightly that surely she was white-knuckling it.

"Shut the door, darlin'." Without thought she did as he asked, letting out a gasp when he grabbed hold of her hand and tugged, pulling her to him. "Come here."

He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, causing her to collide into warm, solid man. She pressed her hands against his chest, lifted her lids so she could meet his searing gaze. He stared at her, his eyes dropping to her mouth for a long, lingering moment before he finally met her gaze once more. "So we're staying in tonight?" she asked weakly.

He grinned, his bright smile making her stomach flutter. "Definitely."

"But this is only our second date," she protested with a wince. She didn't mean to complain. d.a.m.n it, she shouldn't complain. This was what she wanted. Forget worrying about looking too easy in his eyes.

Too easy was how comfortable she felt with him. How good he looked, how forceful he was being.

Nick picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and she wrapped her legs around him, feeling the hard ridge of his erection press against her. She circled her arms around his neck, burying her hands in his hair and studying him as a gnawing hunger grew within her.

Just seeing him made her want him. Having him touch her, kiss her, talk to her, she wanted him. Naked and beneath her. Over her. His mouth on hers, his hands everywhere...

"I want you," she whispered. "I shouldn't, considering you're blackmailing me to go on these dates with you, but I do."

He tipped his head, nuzzled his nose against hers. It was so sweetly unexpected that all the breath left her lungs in one shaky exhalation. "I know I'm not handling this in the most orthodox manner, but f.u.c.k it. And your words are music to my ears, Will. You don't know how good it is to hear that."

Before she could say anything else, he kissed her. Crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue thrusting deep, his moan ragged as he cupped her head and held her to him. She reveled in his kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, his other hand gripping her b.u.t.t as he carried her back to her room.

How he knew where her room was, she didn't know, but she couldn't question him, didn't want to as he took her back there and deposited her on the mattress. She landed with a bounce, staring up at him, her breaths coming in rapid pants.

"Get undressed," he growled, and she did without hesitation. He said he'd be the one who undressed her but forget it. She was too anxious. She shed her hoodie, her yoga pants, peeled off her socks, until she sat on the edge of her bed in just a plain white bra and panties. "Take it all off."

"Why don't you take it off for me?" she taunted, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs.

Fire lit his eyes as he bent over her, his big hands settling on her hips as he curled his fingers around the thin fabric of her panties. Without a care, he tore them off her body, the flimsy cotton turned to shreds by his hands, and a fresh surge of moisture flooded her s.e.x.

"Want me to do the same to your bra?" He lifted a brow.

Oh, my G.o.d. He was acting like a completely different person. No more easygoing Nick. Now he was growly, animalistic Nick. Tear her panties to bits and look at her like he wanted to eat her alive Nick.

She liked it. Heaven help her, she f.u.c.king loved it.

"No," she whispered as she reached behind her, undoing the clasp and ridding herself of her bra as quickly as she could. She happened to really like that bra and didn't want to see it destroyed. Even though the way he did that was kinda hot...

"That's more like it. Lay back down and spread your legs." When she gaped, he nodded once. "Go on. Show me what you got, Will."

"You know exactly what I've got." He'd seen it up close and personal long ago. Just thinking of how they used to be together sent a fresh rush of longing through her.

"It's been a while. Maybe I want to admire it. Like you're a work of art hanging on a wall in the middle of a museum." He tilted his head, waved a finger at her. "Go on. Spread those pretty thighs. Let me see."

Willow leaned back on her elbows and slowly spread her legs, smiling faintly when he tipped his head and blatantly stared at her. Oh G.o.d, it was such a turn on, putting herself on such obvious display for him. He liked what he saw, she could see it in his expression, the way he licked his lips, worked his jaw.

"Maybe you should take your clothes off too. You said you would," she murmured.

"You're right, I sure did." He ripped his T-s.h.i.+rt off and let it fall from his fingers. His bare chest gleamed in the dim light the single bedside lamp threw out, highlighting every dip and shadow. Seeing the black tribal tattoo around his upper arm made her want to lick it. She wanted to lick every one of his tattoos. His shoulders and pecs were broad, his stomach flat and rippled with muscle. A narrow trail of dark hair led from his navel beneath his jeans, and she wanted to follow that path, knowing exactly where it led.

To a most impressive package.

"Your jeans next." She closed her legs, noted how his brows scrunched when she did so. "Come on. I'm not sharing until you share."

"Driving a hard bargain, are you?" Pleasure laced his deep voice as he kicked off his shoes and then shed his jeans and underwear, leaving him standing at the foot of her bed magnificently naked. Impressively erect.

Her mouth watered as memories flooded her. How good s.e.x had always been between them. He'd figured out rather quickly her every weak spot. How she loved it when he kissed her neck, her belly, the inside of her thighs. He would kiss her for long, blissful hours, leaving her drunk on his taste, her lips sore from his gentle a.s.sault. They'd spent almost every single day together that summer-at the very least, the nights. Long, wicked nights naked in each other's arms, making love until they fell into an exhausted heap, tangled around each other.

She could have that now. Right now.

She wanted it. Was desperate for it, for him. Time supposedly helped moments fade into distant memories. Yet she could recall every moment with Nick.

For once in her life, she wasn't going to weigh the risk. She was going after what she wanted.

And what she wanted more than anything was Nick. Buried deep inside her, his fingers gripping her hair, moaning her name in her ear as he came.

Oh yeah. She so wanted that.

Chapter Nine.

Aw h.e.l.l, she was gorgeous, her slender legs spread, thighs trembling, pretty pink goodness all on display. He was hard as a rock, ready to jump her like a randy idiot, lacking finesse and whatever else he needed to make her sigh and moan and fall apart beneath him.

No, more like he just wanted to ram inside her. f.u.c.k her until he couldn't see straight. Until he was coming like a geyser and yelling like a man possessed, driving her into the bed with his every hard, relentless thrust.

His c.o.c.k twitched in antic.i.p.ation.

"Come join me," she whispered in the sultriest voice he'd ever heard. A young and s.e.xy Willow had nothing on a slightly older, even s.e.xier Willow. Back when he'd first met her, she'd been eager and a little shy and so f.u.c.king gorgeous it hurt to look at her. Oh, and always up for anything-and he meant anything-he wanted to try. Experimental and giving and willing...so willing. Responsive.

f.u.c.king so responsive.

"Nick." That siren's voice broke through his cloudy thoughts, and he climbed onto the bed, climbed straight over her as she brought her legs together. His knees resting on either side of her hips, he propped himself on his elbows and studied her, his face close to hers.

"You're so hot." She arched her back, her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s brus.h.i.+ng against his chest, and he sucked in a harsh breath.

"You're the hot one, darlin'. All s.e.xy and naked and practically begging me for it."

She narrowed her eyes. "I haven't said a thing that could come close to begging."

"Mmm, you don't have to. I can see it in your eyes. The way you move your body. A wickedly gorgeous body, too, I might add." He pressed his cheek to hers and breathed deeply her intoxicating scent. d.a.m.n, this woman twisted him all up inside. Drove him crazy, made him want her, and made him want to push her away all at once.

A heady combination.

He rubbed his c.o.c.k against her soft belly, wanting her to feel what she did to him. She sighed, winding her arms around him, drifting her hands down his back, sc.r.a.ping her nails along his skin and making him s.h.i.+ver.

f.u.c.k, this felt so right, being in her arms, skin on skin, legs twined together. She lifted her hips and bent her knees outward, sending him closer, and he closed his eyes tight, trying to keep his s.h.i.+t together.

It would be so much easier, losing all control. But he wanted to make this last. The way the woman's moods changed on a dime, he wasn't about to let this opportunity go the way of a quick lay, over in minutes.

He had a sweet body to savor. A delicious mouth to kiss, pert nipples to suck, and soft, fragrant skin to map with his lips and hands. Yeah, he had a lot to do and was more than ready for the task.

"I'd like you inside my body and soon, if you don't mind," she murmured, rubbing against him like a cat. He liked how she just asked for it. No pretense, no bulls.h.i.+t. Just...let's make this happen.

"I need a condom." He started to get up. "Got one in my jeans." Had an entire box in his car, but he didn't need to mention that at the moment.

"Wait." She gripped his arms, stopping him from leaving her. "I have some in my bedside table." She traced the tattoo on his arm with her index finger, her gentle touch making him s.h.i.+ver.

Grinning, he bent to give her a wet, tongue-thrusting kiss. "Perfect." He reached over and opened the drawer, searching around until he found a foil packet, then waved it in front of her. "Put it on me."

She arched a brow. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. I wanna feel those hands of yours touch me." Nick pulled away from her and got on his knees, watched as she moved deftly into position and crouched before him. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounced with the movement, pretty pink nipples just begging to be pinched and sucked, and he reached out, caressed them with the tips of his fingers. She quivered when he circled her nipples with his index fingers.

"I thought I was supposed to be the one who touched you," she said shakily.

"Sorry." He s.n.a.t.c.hed his hands away from her too tempting b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "I couldn't help myself."

Smirking, she set the foil package on the bed beside her, her gaze dropping to his insistent c.o.c.k. d.a.m.n, he wanted inside her bad, but he needed to wait. Had to.

Though h.e.l.l, if he had to wait another minute, he might explode.

She touched him, her fingers feather light as they grazed his c.o.c.k, nearly making his eyes cross. He tilted his head back on a groan when she gripped him, stroked him from root to tip in one long, sweeping motion. Her thumb slid over his tip, circling him. Teasing him.

Nick glanced down, watched her slender hand stroke him straight into oblivion. And then she was bending over him, her hair falling all around his lap as she licked the very tip of his erection, a wet and warm tease that had him hissing in a breath just before she completely enveloped him in that hot, tight mouth of hers.

"Holy f.u.c.k," he moaned, thrusting his fingers in her thick hair so he could push it out of the way. He wanted to watch, he wanted to see this beautiful, crazy woman of his swallow him up.

She murmured something, the vibrations rippling along his length, and he knew he was this close to completely losing it. He absolutely did not want to come like this. Deep in her mouth, practically b.u.mping the back of her throat. No way, no how was he shooting his load after only a few minutes enjoying the best b.l.o.w.j.o.b of his life. He hadn't been with Willow for years. He wanted this moment to be special.

"Will." He tugged on her hair, making her glance at him. "Not like this, sugar. I want to be inside you. I f.u.c.kin' need to be inside you."

Slowly she pulled away, her lips still damp. She licked them, the sight of her pink tongue making him groan, and he pulled her to him, mes.h.i.+ng his mouth with hers. How easily she opened for him, the kiss going deep and hot and wet in an instant until he had to pull away, push her away so he wouldn't do something crazy-like slip inside her body without any sort of protection.

"Put it on me," he demanded again, his voice hoa.r.s.e. "Get the G.o.dd.a.m.n condom on me."

Without hesitation she slipped it on, stroking him with the movement, her gaze meeting his. When she finished, she was coming at him, climbing on top of his lap and slipping her legs around his hips. Her drenched center brushed against him, making him shudder as she ground into him. "I want to be with you like this. Remember when we used to do it this way all the time?"

Lord above, did he ever. He would grip her slender hips and hammer inside of her as she sat astride him, her little body bouncing on his d.i.c.k, driving the both of them out of their minds.

He hadn't had s.e.x with another woman in this position since. It felt like it belonged to Willow somehow.

And look at her, treating it with the same sort of reverence as he had. Like the position was too intimate to share with anyone else.

"Ride me," he whispered, gripping her hips and lifting her up. She slid down slowly, too d.a.m.n slowly for his tastes, and he pushed her until her a.s.s met his thighs and the both of them were groaning. "Yeah, just like that."

She rocked against him, her hands in his hair, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his face. He kissed her, licked her nipples, nibbled on them, sucked them deep. Just like her body sucked him deep. They were wound all around each other, their labored breaths in tandem as well as their bodies.

He opened his eyes, watching her, overcome with the sensuous way she moved, her skin damp with sweat, her lips swollen from his kisses. He curved his hand around her nape and brought her down to his mouth, kissing her, devouring her, needing her to know how badly he craved her. Needed her.

"I..." Her voice drifted when he thrust particularly deep. "I'm going to come, Nick. Oh, G.o.d."

He thrust again. And again. Deep. Deeper, captivated by the rapturous expression on her face. He could literally see her reach for it, straining toward her climax. Her head tilted back, her eyes not quite closed, her lips parted.

His name fell from her lips in a rhythmic chant, and that sent him spiraling toward his own o.r.g.a.s.m. Increasing his pace, he whispered her name, and she met his gaze, never taking her eyes away from him as she fell under. Her body trembled, her inner walls clenching around him tightly, pulling his o.r.g.a.s.m from him until he was lost. Completely and totally lost.

This woman blew his d.a.m.n mind. He never wanted to be found again.

Unless it was with Willow.