Game Plan (19 page)

This proved to be a mistake.

“Lemme have it.”

She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. The tote bag dropped to the floor. Goose bumps popped up all over her body when he gave her the come-hither motion. The urge to give in to him and give it up almost won. But the brat beat it down.

“You’re not getting it.”

“I’m gonna enjoy this,” he said, stalking toward her.

Baseball pants don’t hide much. Chicken legs, scrawny butts or giant erections. Mason didn’t have the first two, but he sure had the third.

The inner brat screamed at her to run for it. Easier said than done wearing three-inch heels on plush carpet. By some freakish luck, she deked right and got past him. Out of the bedroom, down the stairs and through the kitchen without breaking her neck. The living room was her demise. One way in meant only one way out. And he had it blocked.

“I should have ditched the shoes.”

“Wouldn’t have mattered.” One step into the room for him.

“You’re not really planning on taking my bra.” A sidestep around the coffee table for her.

“Oh, I really am.”

No luck getting around him this time. He caught, maneuvered and pinned her on the couch—all with one hand and a massive grin on his face. The cool leather squeaked under her back as she squirmed. He was large, warm and hard on top of her, making her wriggling more about rubbing against him than escaping.

“Front or back hook?”

“I’ll never tell.”

“You’re hot when you’re being bratty.”

“I thought I was hot when I was scolding you.”

“Yeah, then too. And when you moan, say dirty words, wash dishes at my kitchen sink…pretty much always.” His free hand shoved her t-shirt above her breasts, revealing a lacy red demi-bra with handy front closure. “Very nice.”

For a big man with ample strength, he had the lightest touch—when he chose to. Like now. She shivered as he traced the scalloped detail along the swell of her breast, dipping his finger slightly under the edge, teasing her nipples with a mere hint of contact. Any other time, her cleavage refused to stay put in this barely there bra. Because she wanted them to pop out, they didn’t budge. She’d gone from fighting to keep the bra, to wishing he’d snap to it and take the damn thing away.

“You win. What’re you waiting for?”

He toyed with the clasp, clicking it between his thumb and index finger, obviously considering his options. He released her arms from above her head. “I want you to give it to me. Or beg me to take it off. Either way, a willing surrender.”

“No. No way. I guess you don’t win, after all.” Having the use of both hands didn’t make him any easier to move. No amount of shifting or shoving got her free. And he didn’t have a ticklish spot to weaken him, not that she’d found yet, anyway, and she was on a first name basis with every inch of his body.

“Then the game isn’t over yet.”

The soft kiss surprised her. She expected something more playful or assertive, given the moment. Another kiss followed, soft as the first, but deeper, longer. His tongue teased its way in. She sighed into his mouth, twined her arms around his neck. Gave back as good as she was getting. Playing was fun, but passion was better.

His hips nudged her legs apart. He settled solidly between them and rocked. The hard bulge of his cock rubbed her clit despite the layers of clothing. Slowly, repeatedly, rekindling the need to come he’d created with his fingers not so many minutes ago. He cupped one breast and thumbed the peak of her nipple through the lace. Heat spread through her body, sparking at the pleasure points, but not igniting the release she wanted desperately.

He swallowed her frustrated groan, dipped his head to her breast and caught the edge of her bra between his teeth. Finally. A nip or maybe a suckle, skin on skin, enough to push her over. She held her breath. Held his head. And he held the lace in his mouth, giving her hot breath on skin, nothing more.

“Touch me, bite me…I need something…” She moaned as he added a twist to his grinding motion, forcing her that much closer to the edge.

“Can’t.” He forced the word through his teeth. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His jaw clenched as he bit out another single word. “Bra.”

“Then take it off!”

He snapped the clasp. Shoved the bra off and clamped down on her nipple…as he lifted his hips from her body, leaving her high and dry…and horny as hell.

Chapter Eleven

Between the moon and streetlights, Mason had a clear view of Andie’s face. If he dared sneak a glance. Yeah, he might’ve taken the teasing a bit too far. But playing around had wiped away the last of the tension, plus she was damn cute when she was sexually frustrated. The way her cheeks went all flush, the pouty set her lips got. Thinking about how she’d felt wiggling and writhing under him… Maybe he wouldn’t wait until they got to his place.

“I’m gonna get some drive-thru. Want something?” Only to maim him and eat his still-beating heart, by the look on her face. Shit. He had to change that expression to a satisfied smile, and fast.

The line for assembly-line burgers and heavily salted fries reached the street. Perfect for what he had in mind. He signaled and waited, hooking into the driveway a few minutes later.

“This is insane. It’s going to take you five minutes to reach the speaker.” Her hands waved wildly at the windshield, another sign that she needed immediate de-stressing. “Park and go inside. Or send me in. The restaurant’s air-conditioned—I’m sure the counter clerks would enjoy seeing my nipples through this flimsy t-shirt.”

“I’m sure they would, but we’re staying in line.” Five minutes should be enough, unless ice had formed an impenetrable layer over her hot spots. Her toy box was on the seat between them, tucked under his elbow. He popped the lid open and poked through the contents.

“What the
fuck
are you doing?”

He bit back a laugh. Couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Andie used the f-word for dirty talk, but he’d never heard her use it as a curse. “You’re hot when you’re mad.”

“Then I must be really
fucking
hot right now.” The seatbelt came off and she laid a fist into his arm. Probably full strength. She shook off the sting and curled the fingers to her lips to blow on them. “Dammit, why do you have to be so hard?”

Now he laughed. She did not look impressed. “Hit me in the face.” He tapped the bridge of his nose. “It’s been broken before, a couple times, so it’ll be easy to break again. And it’ll hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, which I deserve, so give it your best shot.” He cringed when she leaned toward him, hand in the air.

“I’m not messing up this handsome face.” The hand landed on his cheek, soft and gentle. “Plus, you wouldn’t be able to go down on me if your nose was broken. Eventually I’m going to forgive you for your wretched teasing, at which point I’ll be collecting on the orgasms you owe me from earlier.”

“A broken nose wouldn’t keep me from burying my face between your legs.” He hadn’t been there for over forty-eight hours. Way too fucking long. “It’d be worth a little pain to lick you up and down, suck your clit, feel you grind against me as you explode under my mouth.”

The idiot behind them honked, jerking them out of the moment. He cursed under his breath as he pulled forward. A car length. Shit, they’d lost about two minutes already. But her grumpy face was gone. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes glassy. Most important, her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth. Time to make his move.

“Slide closer, babe.” She did, and he kissed her, stopping only after she melted into it. “Undo your pants and push them down a bit.”

“What—why?”

He picked out the pink lipstick-esque vibrator and moved the box to the backseat. “I want you to come.”

“I want that too, as soon as we get to your house.”

“Too long to wait.” He reassessed the line of vehicles. Nodded at her lap. “Pants. Open. Now.” Either she’d do it, or she’d decide that breaking his nose sounded like a good idea. She startled him by reaching into his lap and squeezing, smiling the naughtiest smile he’d seen on her yet. Oh fuck. Yeah, she’d do it, all right.

Her hands worked her button and zipper. Shimmied the pants and lacy thong past her hips. She offered her hand, palm up, but he shook his head.

“I want to do it. Show me how.”

She wrapped her hand around his and guided it to her mouth, where she sucked the toy in a way that made his balls throb and tighten. “That was for you. I know I’m nice and wet already.” She clicked the button on the vibrator. It hummed against his palm as she cycled through the different settings. Another quick check of their surroundings and she clicked twice more. “Fastest way to get the job done.”

“Jesus,” he said when she fingered herself, pulling the soft flesh aside to reveal her clit. Thank god for excessive parking lot lighting. He couldn’t decide what to look at first—her eyes, mouth, or the slice of heaven he’d come to think of as his.

He didn’t know where to begin with the buzzing lipstick. “I wasn’t exactly taking technical notes when I watched you using this thing.”

“Pretend it’s your finger.”

Easy enough. Using the tip, he circled her clit. Lightly at first, increasing the pressure when her lips parted and she sighed, low and long.

“More pressure.” Her hips arched up from the seat. “Now flatten it out…”

What the fuck did that mean? He moved it around—obviously the wrong way—before her hand clapped onto his, angling the vibrator lengthwise along her clit. Now he got it.

“Jiggle it a little, like you do with your tongue…”

“This way?”

“Uh-huh, yes…just…harder…” Her legs shook as she bucked against the little vibe and his hand, filling the truck with gasps and moaning. Then giddy giggling and panting as she caught her breath.

All the blood in his body raced to his cock. If he even moved the wrong way, he’d lose it. “That was fucking hot. I’m gonna smile every time I drive past here.”

“Me too. And anytime I hear someone mention a Happy Meal.” She had a huge smile going on. His was probably a mirror image.

The windows had steamed solid. Add that to the tints and he couldn’t see jack. He dropped his window and stuck his head out so he could see to move up. They were almost to the menu board. Fuck it. Food wasn’t what he needed most. She was. He jerked out of the line, out of the parking lot and headed west with the most addictive woman he’d ever met.

Too many excruciatingly long red lights later, he killed the engine in his driveway. She’d kept her hand in his lap the entire drive. They’d passed a couple of choice-looking parking lots and he’d almost stopped and fucked her right then. But it would’ve been cramped and awkward. Not good enough given the state he was in.

“I’ll come back for the stuff.” He pulled her out his side, kicking the truck door shut behind them, needing to keep the contact between them. Clothes got tugged off as they stumbled to his bedroom. “No,” he growled when she went to her knees in front of him. “I need to fuck you. Right now.”

She scrambled onto the bed. Assumed the doggy position, her favorite. His too, but not what he had in mind. He did the condom thing, then flipped her over. Yeah, this way. Face-to-face.

“It’s gonna be fast,” he said, poised at her entrance.

“As long as it’s deep.”

“Always.” He pushed inside. She was tight, hot and he’d been on the edge since the first time he touched her tonight. He could speed to the end, she wouldn’t be upset, but now that she surrounded him, filling his senses, he didn’t want to rush. He lowered his body until her tits pressed flat against his chest. Her arms and legs folded around him, urging him closer, deeper. Exactly where he wanted to be.

He stroked into her slowly, savoring the sensation. Rubbed his face in the softness of her hair. Her neck. “I love the way you smell.” He swirled his tongue on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. Moved upward, lapping at her skin. Sweet, with something more he couldn’t describe. “And your taste…I can never get enough.” Here, behind her ear. The pulse spot on her temple. Her mouth—the plump bottom lip and that wicked tongue. All the other places he wished he could lick while fucking her.

She broke their kiss, moaning near his ear when he thrust deep enough to brush her clit with his body. Yeah, he loved that too. “I love the sounds you make. Your voice, your laugh. How you feel…” He wanted every part of her, every way, all at once. And he didn’t want it to end. Not tonight, not ever. “I want to get lost in you…I love you.”

Nails bit into his skull as she dragged his mouth onto hers. His head filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and desperate kissing. The clap of suction from their skin separating and reconnecting. Words, parts of words, his and hers, jumbled together. Harder words spurred by their fucking. Softer, sweeter ones from a deeper place.

The scent of their sex filled his head, made him dizzy, made his cock pulse harder. His balls tightened mercilessly. Not yet, not fucking yet. Her hips jerked against his grinding motion. Knowing she was coming—feeling every ripple of her climax—stripped him of that last thread of control. Deep, he needed to be deeper than any time before. He covered her with his entire body, buried himself and let go. Yeah, he was lost. And part of him never wanted to find his way back.

“Now I get the hype about make-up sex,” she said, whimpering a little when he pulled out and left the bed.

He didn’t answer. His head was a mess, still processing what’d happened between them. “Have to hit the bathroom, babe. You need anything?”

“You to hurry back.” Her voice was already heavy with the onset of sleep. She’d be out within minutes. Exhaustion didn’t stop her from smiling fully when he kissed her, though. She really was beautiful.

He planted his hands on the porcelain and stared into the mirror. “What the fuck did you do?” His reflection blinked back, offering no explanation. In the midst of their intense…lovemaking…he’d gone and done it. Told her that he loved her. Not just things
about
her. He’d said the three words, straight up.

Definitely not part of the plan. Make up from their sort-of fight, yes. Enjoy each other all weekend, in and out of bed, yes. Confess to loving her—uh, hell no. At least she hadn’t called him on it. Come to think of it, she hadn’t even acknowledged it. Maybe, in the heat of the moment, in that tangle of words and moans, she hadn’t heard the specifics. Or she might be ignoring it. Maybe love wasn’t high on Andie’s list. He shook off the shitty thought. Maybe she was just as scared by the words as he was.