Settling the Score (The Summer Games #1) - R.S. Grey Page 0,59

and wove her fingers through my hair, whispering how I was going to destroy her. I smirked and slid a finger down to stroke her.

“I already have.”

She leaned forward and I forced her palms flat against the wall and told her to stay there. “Don’t move.”

With her in that position, I dragged a hand down her spine, feeling her shake from the sensation. Her back bowed and her head fell forward. She was weak and hungry for another orgasm. I wrapped a hand around her waist to support her, and then I tilted back to watch as I sank back into her.

“Like heaven,” I whispered, closing my eyes and letting myself adjust to the feel of her wrapped around me. I’d never grow tired of it.

“Should we go to the bed?” she asked, bringing me back to life.

I wanted to keep her up against that wall and have my wicked way with her, but I’d let her decide.

“If you wish.”

In lieu of an answer, she rolled her hips in a slow circle, teasing me until there was no other option. I slowly pulled out, gripped her hair in my hand, and then sank back into her with one hard thrust. She cried out and collapsed forward, but I caught her before she hit the wall.

Her hands clenched into tight fists and her toes started to curl. I watched as beads of sweat dripped from her shoulder blades down to the small of her back.

I wanted to be gentle with her, but when she turned to look at me over her shoulder, I could see the wicked gleam in her eyes. She held my gaze as she moved a hand from the wall and dropped it to her neck, then lower. She slid it down her chest and cupped one of her breasts. I wanted to rip her hand away and replace it with my mouth, but she continued her descent before I could.

I knew what she was doing as she slid her palm past her navel. The idea of her touching herself while I was inside of her made it nearly impossible to take it slow.

“More,” she whispered as I slid in and out. She was still getting used to me; I didn’t want to hurt her. “Please. I’m so close.”

She circled her fingers faster, moaning with need. Andie was the sexiest thing I’d ever felt. She was confident and sure of herself. After that shy moment against the door, there was no hiding her body. Everything she had was mine to touch and in return, I gave her everything I could. I pumped in and out of her so fucking hard. Her body shifted closer to the wall with every thrust and I reveled in it, loving how tight she felt around my dick. By the end, she was completely flush with the wall as I pounded into her from behind.

Our breaths echoed each other’s, sweat dripped down my chest, and when she finally came undone around me, I pulled my mouth back to listen to every single sound that slipped past her lips. It was all it took to push me over the edge.

“Andie,” I whispered, spent.

“Just give me a second,” she said, letting her head fall against my shoulder.

I slid down to the floor and sat with her in my arms as we caught our breaths.

“My wrist hurts,” she said.

“My shoulder hurts,” I said.

“My lips hurt.”

“I think we ought to do it again.”

She laughed. “Obviously.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Andie

I WAS INFATUATED with Freddie. I was hopelessly obsessed with him. No matter how much I tried to get myself ready for my game, I kept replaying our night. Every time one of my Americanisms had confused him, he glanced up at me with an arched brow and I had to remind myself not to gape. For a man who regularly induced gawks and whispers from random passersby, he acted so normal.

“You have PRINCE HARRY’S phone number?” I asked as we lay on his bed.

He shrugged. “Prat hardly ever rings back.”

I held up my hands, my mouth hanging open. I blinked and blinked again. My brain was short-circuiting and Freddie sat there, amused.

“So it’s true then? You’re a count, or prince or something?”

He reclaimed his spot beside me in bed, tossing the blankets over us and getting comfortable, leaving me hanging for what felt like a thousand hours.

“Freddie!”

He laughed. “No, I’m not a prince. My father was a duke, which made me a lord. My brother, as the eldest, was an earl,