RISKY PLAY (RED CARD #1) BY RACHEL VAN DYKEN Page 0,65
over here.” I reached for her elbow and pulled her close, then pulled my shirt over my head, my movements by no means seductive or slow.
Everything was jerky—fast. Because my body wasn’t going to last without hers—in fact, I was sure any minute I would just combust all over the field. They’d dedicate that small patch of grass to my sad, lust-filled body and joke about it for years.
I kicked off a shoe.
It narrowly missed the table.
“No wonder you like kicking balls,” she teased between soul-wrecking kisses. I was torn between wanting to kiss her and wanting to get naked. It was a problem.
“I’m good at . . . kicking,” I said dumbly as my trousers finally made it to the ground.
She laughed. “I like you this way . . .”
“Stupid?” I offered, gathering her up in my arms.
She laughed. “Not stupid, just . . . eager.”
“So. Eager.” I ducked my head, pressing a kiss below her ear, trying to slow my body down even though it was a losing battle. Blood pumped south. All it took was kissing her and my dick was ready to pound nails.
“There’s no cameras or anything in here, right? Filming us?” She looked around the darkness.
“Wait here.” I pressed a finger to her lips, then walked back to the table, put my hand in the spotlight, and pulled out the tablecloth with one fluid motion.
Everything stayed in place.
And I had something to cover her up with.
“Wow, and a magician.” She hugged her arms to her chest.
“Party tricks. We all have them. You should see me open a champagne bottle.”
She just laughed.
It was a nervous laugh.
Maybe I’d waited too long.
Or maybe she was just worried that I was going to turn into a giant prick once I got what I wanted—but that’s why it was necessary. I wanted her to see that it could be different.
That the ending was going to be completely and totally different from last time.
“Here.” I draped the tablecloth around her shoulders and then grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the stairs leading up to the seats.
I sat on the first step and held open my arms. “Sit on me.”
With a small nod, she slowly hung one leg around me and then the other. She didn’t lower right away, just locked eyes with me. Straddled me.
She was in suspension over me.
Her back to the rest of the world.
The tablecloth covering everything.
“Why the hesitation?” I teased as my cock strained toward her in an almost painful way. The cold of the metal stairs stung my skin.
“I just like making you wait—think of it as a training exercise in not always getting everything you want when you want it.” She winked.
“Fine.” I put my hands behind my head and shrugged. “Wait all you want, but we both know you’re suffering too. You can be patient and I’ll be here, I’ll wait.” I lowered my voice. “But your body doesn’t lie.” My eyes drank in her erect nipples and the rise and fall of her chest as I looked my fill of her narrow hips and strong legs. “I know your legs and thighs are starting to tremble, I know you’re thinking about what it would be like to be filled so completely that you see heaven. I know that your core’s getting hotter and hotter, ready to weep for me.” I reached between her legs, spreading her apart with my fingers. “So . . .” Her body swayed. “The question is, how long do you think you can take it? Because I’m a patient man when it comes to everything in my life—except you. Not because I can’t be—but because why the hell would I want to wait to devour every inch of you and make you mine?”
She leaned down, her lips brushed against mine as she gripped me in her hand and led me where she wanted me. Those few brief seconds, being touched by her, being guided—the most erotic in my entire life.
Because it was Mack.
And Mack—was all I wanted.
All I needed.
My tip brushed against her heat.
I gritted my teeth to keep from slamming into her.
I focused on our kiss instead.
On the way my mouth moved in sync with hers—I inhaled her scent, dug my fingers into her skin.
And when she sank all the way onto me with a gasp . . . and wrapped her arms around my neck, fisting her hands into my hair, gripping it so hard that I felt a sharp sting from her nails—I waited.