Game Changer by Kelly Jamieson Page 0,92

me. I feel her breath whisper on my lips, her heart knocking against me. I see her pulse, just as quick, beneath the fine skin of her throat.

Then our mouths meet, in an agonizing, excruciatingly beautiful kiss. Her mouth is heaven, sweet and soft. I stroke inside with my tongue, and she opens for me, meeting my tongue with hers. I kiss her again and again, long, slow, clinging kisses, our tongues brushing as we draw apart in slow, lush licks. She moans deep in her throat, slides her hands around my neck and pulls me closer.

I lift her onto my lap, turn her, tipping her back against the arm rest of the couch, leaning into her. I need to taste more of her, more of her sweet mouth. I thread my hand into her hair, twist it around my fingers and give a little tug, eliciting a whimper from her that has my blood sizzling through my veins.

I draw back to look at her face. The love shining there punches me like a fist in the gut, spreading warmth and relief and gratitude through me. I kiss her again, deep, open-mouthed kisses, eating her up, trailing my fingers down the side of her neck, over her collarbone. I rub the top curve of her breast. Heat sparks, ignites and grows between us as our kisses deepen, as I cup one breast in my hand and rub my thumb over the nipple. My throat aches and my heart lurches with overwhelming emotion. I can’t get close enough to her.

Without words, I stand and pull her up from the couch, and she leads me to her bedroom. There, she winds her arms around my neck and presses against me. We stand like that, foreheads together, noses side by side, just breathing in each other. Then Molly shifts her mouth closer to mine, and I take it in a long, hungry kiss.

“Want you out of these clothes.” I pull her T-shirt up and over her head, and she reaches behind her back to undo her bra, a sweet little barely-there pink lace number. I flick open the button of her jeans and work them down over her hips, along with her panties. She steps out of them, one foot at a time, then I move her to the bed and lay her down gently. She smiles up at me, her hair spread around her face, her smooth skin glowing, her eyes shiny.

As I take off my own clothes, I study her curves, her perfect breasts, the shallow indent of her navel, the swell of her hips. My eyes return to hers to see her watching me too, a look of avid longing in her eyes. I fucking love that.

I lie down beside her, hand on her stomach, elbow bent, my head propped on my hand.

Luminous green eyes turn to me and I’m lost. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I press my face between her breasts, breathe in her pink citrus scent, then kiss the inside curve of each breast. I take a nipple into my mouth and suck, then rub my tongue over it. She tastes so sweet and her whimpers tell me how much she loves that. I move to the other nipple, taste it too, play with it with my mouth while my fingers pluck the other. I test the weight of her breast, squeezing it gently.

“That feels so good.” Her fingers sifted through my hair, her body twitching and writhing against me. “So good.”

I move over her and she reaches for my cock. Her hands feel sublime, soft yet firm, stroking me in long pulls that send pleasure licking over my skin.

“Inside me. Please.”

“I need to get a condom.”

“Do you?”

I lift my head and peer down at her. Our eyes meet. I swallow. Her trust hits me like a puck in the chest. “Do you?” I ask quietly.

“I’m on the pill. And I went to the doctor when I got back to Chicago. All good.”

“Me too.”

“Okay then.”

I press a hard kiss to her mouth as she guides me into her. Her heat and wetness surround the head of my cock, then more as I ease in, hot velvet squeezing me. A low, rough sound tears from my throat. I’ve never been bareback and I’m so fucking glad it’s with Molly.

I hold my weight on my elbows and she parts her legs wider. I push in deeper, all the way, and the air rips out of my lungs. “Molly, oh,