Playing for Kinley (Cruz Brothers Book 1) (24 page)

Kinley

“Got to say, I’m impressed, Cruz,” I said, smiling at him as he came out of the door leading to his team’s locker room. He ran over to me right after the game and asked me to wait for him to take a shower and then we’d leave together.

I felt like I was in high school again, waiting for my boyfriend after his game. Strangely though, I didn’t mind it.

“I hit that home run just for you,” he replied, leaning closely into me, his hair wet and sticking in every direction, which I found incredibly hot. There was just something about a guy’s wet hair that made you want to get the rest of him all wet and slippery.

Yikes
,
I’ve clearly been without relief a little too long.

I laid a hand over my chest. “Aw, I’m touched. Is that what you say to all the girls you invite to your games?”

“Nah, you’re special. Some of them might get a couple of singles or maybe a double. But none of them have ever gotten a home run.”

I smacked his arm and I didn’t miss how hard that bicep of his was. Geez, the man was built like a tank. But not too muscular. All of him was just big, tight, and hard.
I wonder how big his…

Scratch that.

I knew how big
that
was. Although we never slept together, we had certainly messed around all those years ago, enough to know that what he’d kept rubbing against me was pretty monstrous.

Okay, I’d been without relief
way
too long.

He pulled back and looked down at my body, eyes raking over me from head to toe. I pulled at my tank top self-consciously, knowing I didn’t look my best but hoping he wasn’t disappointed. His eyes came back to rest on mine and they were heated.

“What?”

“I need to get you my jersey to wear. I want you wearing my name on your back when you come to my games.”

I huffed, laughing sarcastically. “Caveman much?”

He put his arm around my shoulders, an action that I couldn’t deny I loved, and smiled down at me. “Hey, you’ve known me almost my whole life. This shouldn’t surprise you.”

We started walking toward the parking lot, people yelling out “good game!” or “nice hit!” to Parker as we went. “So, what do you want to do?” I asked when we were almost to my rental car.

He thought about it for a second. “Did you book a hotel room?”

I swallowed and took a calming breath. “No. I sort of thought you might have room in yours for me.” I said it low, seductively, in a voice that even I didn’t recognize as my own.

His feet halted and his whole body froze. He slowly lowered his head to me, holding my eyes prisoner in his. “Oh, I’ve definitely got room for you. Only one bed, though.”

It was a question, not a statement even though that’s how he phrased it. He wanted to make sure he understood my intentions and that they matched his own.

“Then, you better not hog the covers,” I said.

Those deep brown eyes darkened, pupils dilating, turning his eyes almost black. I could feel the same tension coming off him, hear the air between us crackling with that chemistry that never faded.

“I think I can manage that.”

No more words were needed to be said as he led me to the car, putting me in the passenger’s side. “I’ll drive,” was all he said as he walked around to his side.

I heard someone yell at Parker from the parking lot and turned around in my seat to see one of his teammates call out to him.

“You going to introduce us, Cruz?”

Parker waved at him but didn’t hesitate to consider the question. “Next time, Corbins! We’ve got plans.”

I vaguely heard the other guy shout something that sounded like “I’ll bet you do” but I was getting too worked up to be embarrassed. Parker threw his bag into the back seat and then crawled in behind the wheel, adjusting the seat and rearview mirror. He turned the ignition and sat there for just a few seconds before he looked over at me. The lust was still there, becoming more intense the longer we stared at each other.

“I want to kiss you right now,” he said, his voice rough. “But if I do, I’m not sure I’ll be able to focus enough to drive us all the way to the hotel.”

Yes, do it.

I needed him to kiss me. So bad.

But I didn’t say anything. Just kept my eyes locked on his. I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling above my tank top. The air in the car was thick from all the heat being trapped inside during the game, and the heat from our bodies certainly wasn’t helping.

I licked my lips, watching Parker’s eyes track the movement. Something rumbled deep within his chest, coming out as a growl. “Oh, what the hell.”

He surged forward and attacked my lips, his mouth hungry and hot over mine, his tongue darting inside to tangle viciously with my own. Because of the console separating our seats, we couldn’t get flush against each other, but he wrapped his arms tight around me, pulling me in as close to him as he could get me.

His tongue stroked over mine, the rest of his movements jerky and desperate, and I wasn’t faring much better. Three weeks was too long to be apart, and I’d suffered all night watching him run around in that tight uniform. He smelled like manly spice from his shower, he tasted like mint, and he felt like heaven.

My body had been on fire for him ever since he first kissed me when I was seventeen, and tonight I needed him to finally put that fire out.

Or make it burn hotter, however you wanted to look at it.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and groaned in frustration. “Enough. Any more and I’ll be spreading you out on the back seat.”

“I might not mind that so much,” I panted, my body already missing the feel of his.

He vigorously shook his head, closing his eyes. “Don’t say shit like that. We’re not a couple of damn teenagers and our first time is not going to be in this car. We’ve waited too long for this.” He opened his eyes again and pinned me in place with them as he turned to me. “I need you in a bed. Somewhere we can take our time.”

Sounded like a plan to me. I nodded and tipped my head toward the road. “Let’s go, then. And maybe go over the speed limit.”

“What the hell’s a speed limit?”

By the time we got to the hotel, I was actually concerned that he really didn’t know what a speed limit was. I wanted to toy with him on the way over, get him so hot that he’d be dragging me into his room. But I thought it best not to distract him further while he was driving a vehicle.

Pretty sure that classified as some kind of safety hazard.

You could tell his patience had left him as he yanked his bag and my suitcase from the back seat and strode with heavy footsteps through the building. I followed in silence, having to almost skip just to keep up with him, inhaling the masculine scent of the trail he was leaving behind him.

By the time we got to his room, the thread of control on both of our desires was dangerously close to snapping, the implication of which hung heavy in the air between us. That untapped fount of need that had always existed between us was about to release with a force that left me breathless in anticipation.

For a brief second as I entered his room and he closed and locked the door behind us—the action causing the walls to shudder—I wanted to be nervous. My brain was telling me that this moment was huge for us, finally coming together after all these years spent apart.

But I pushed those thoughts away. I didn’t need to be afraid or apprehensive. This was me and Parker and there didn’t need to be anything between us tonight, especially clothes. No pressure, no labels, just us in the moment. I was fine with that because I knew the more I thought about it, the more I would contemplate tomorrow.

And that wasn’t something I was interested in at the moment.

He dropped our bags to the floor and turned slowly to look at me. My entire body was vibrating, demanding physical release, as he stood there drinking me in. His eyes were liquid pools of lust and just that one look from him made me feel like I was going to combust if he didn’t get those hands on me soon.

“I need you to be sure about this, Kin,” he said in a deep whisper, if such a thing were possible. “Because once I get going, I won’t want to stop. Once I have you in my arms, I won’t let you go. So, you need to be absolutely sure that this is what you want.”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “I’ve wanted this since I was seventeen years old, before that even. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

His face softened into a smile as he processed my words, like what I’d said had reached a part of him that he’d kept locked away for too long and was now relieved to reveal to the world.

But then it suddenly changed. His expression transformed into something darker and almost feral—similar to that of how a predator looked at its prey right before it attacked. And then he was lunging for me, arms outstretched as they grabbed me, pulling me into him and sealing our mouths together in a heady collision of wet, aggressive lips and demanding tongues.

Parker picked me up underneath my thighs and shoved me against the wall, pinning my hips in place as my legs wrapped around his strong waist. His hands were rough on me as they slid from cupping my ass and holding it against him to gliding up my sides to find my breasts, begging for his touch.

My nipples had already formed into hard peaks for him, my body already aware of how much it wanted this man. I moaned into his mouth as his thumbs slid across the sensitive tips, something I could feel even through my tank top and bra. When he realized I was still wearing clothing of any kind, he quickly broke our kiss, leaned back and ripped my shirt over my head with a speed that made my core clench with arousal.

He took in my bra-covered chest with lust-glazed eyes, his lips red and swollen from my kiss. I watched him follow the movement of his own hands across my breasts, hands covering the mounds and fingers rubbing back and forth. He looked mesmerized by what he was doing and I was mesmerized by the sensations he was sending through me.

“I’ve wanted my mouth on these for so long,” he breathed, his broad chest rising and falling as he continued to watch his hands. “In my dreams, I’ve done everything to them.” Then, he looked up at me. “I want to do so many things to you, Kin. Will you let me?”

Hell yes.

“Anything you want,” I told him. “Do anything you want, Parker.”

He leaned back in to capture my lips with his teeth, nibbling on them and groaning as he tasted me. “I love the sound of my name coming from these lips. Fucking love it.”

I was so lost in his essence, I almost didn’t notice when he unhooked my bra and pulled the straps from my arms. His hands immediately went back to my breasts, seeming to get more worked up when he finally had them free and naked and at his mercy.

Well, he couldn’t be the only one having fun.

My fingers started scrambling for the hem of his shirt, frantically trying to pull it up and over his head as quickly as possible. Feeling his bare skin on mine was suddenly the most necessary thing in my universe. He pulled back again and helped me get it off, carelessly tossing it to the floor when he had it free of his body.

Finally.

Finally, I had Parker Cruz’s body at my disposal, in my hands, pressing up against mine and hopefully soon, above mine. I knew that I could do pretty much anything I wanted to it tonight and Parker would let me without argument. The planes of his chest were hard and muscular, with light hair covering his sculpted pecs, his entire torso emanating strength in the sexiest way imaginable. I couldn’t keep my hands off of him.

“
God, yes
,” he moaned. “Touch me, please. Anywhere you want, baby.”

I was already on track for multiple orgasms tonight if he kept up that kind of talk. Not like I even needed further encouragement, but listening to him talk like that—with such unbridled passion—made me so hot I could hardly stand it.

I smothered his chest with kisses, licking from one shoulder to the other with his hand buried in my hair, guiding my movements. When I opened my mouth and lightly sunk my teeth into his skin, he sucked in a harsh breath and pushed me back against the wall.

He set me back down on the floor while his hands flew to the button of my shorts and shoved them down my legs. He knelt down in front of me as he pulled them off and laid kisses along my thighs, sucking my skin into his mouth, getting closer to my panty-clad sex. He paused when he reached the center of me, his breath sending my already heated skin up in flames.

When he put his open mouth over me, my legs almost buckled. He gripped my hips and kept me upright, but I had to grab his shoulders to brace myself. Even through the delicate material, his mouth was the best thing I’d ever felt. The way his lips molded to me, the way his tongue slid out, putting pressure right on my clit, sent me skyrocketing straight into space.

“This is mine,” he spoke into my skin, his words barely registering to my ears. “I’m finally going to get inside this tonight and I swear, you’re never going to want me to leave.”

He was probably right.

He finally pulled my panties down, exposing the last part of me to his devious mouth. And as soon as he got my panties off of me, he dove right in, lapping up my arousal and feasting on my slick flesh.