Game for Tonight (13 page)

Just wanted to rebel and be with him one last time. She shouldn’t. She knew she shouldn’t, but it was like her body was working against her. Defying her.

Tonight was about her. And Flynn. This could all fall apart tomorrow. It would definitely fall apart if they lost the game. Or worse, when he found out the truth. She needed to enjoy this moment with Flynn while she could. Before she lost him.

Aubrey frowned. If she was being honest with herself, she didn’t like thinking of losing Flynn. Not at all.

“Hey, I have a suggestion,” she said, causing him to glance up, his gaze meeting hers.

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “Let’s get naked.”

Chapter Twelve

“I thought that was always the plan,” Flynn answered, amusement lacing his voice. “Getting naked.”

“Well, yeah. Of course, it was. But let’s get naked right now.” She stood and undid the snap of her jeans, shimmying out of the sleek denim and taking her panties with them. Flynn watched her, his lips parted, his eyes wide. She swore she saw his pulse leap at the base of his throat.

Good. She liked getting such a strong reaction out of him.

“Come on. Off with your undies.” She waved a hand in his direction.

He winced. “Did you really just call them undies?”

“I did. You’re lucky I didn’t call them Underoos.” She laughed when she saw the absolute mortification cross his handsome, expressive face. “Let’s go, Foley. Get to steppin’.”

“You sound like one of the coaches on the field,” he muttered.

“Hmm. I can be your coach.” She settled back down on her knees, reaching out so she could tickle her fingers across his flat-as-a-board stomach. “Tell me, what sort of practice do you need?”

“You’re full of it tonight,” he said, watching her in wonder as she leaned in and pressed her mouth to his bare chest.

She could feel his heart thundering beneath her lips, knew that he was as turned on for her as she was for him. Excitement raced through her veins, making her skin tingle as she darted out her tongue and licked a path down to his navel.

He groaned, his hands coming up to curl around her head, his fingers sliding into her hair. Holding her to him as she let her mouth run lower, lower…until he was lifting his hips and she was tugging off his boxer briefs. Exposing him completely to her gaze and lips and hands.

A wistful sigh escaped her as she studied him. He was beautifully built, with slim hips, perfectly cut abs, and thick thighs. And a very thick…

Her cheeks heated just thinking it, but my God… He was magnificent. She wasn’t using that word lightly, either.

Slipping her fingers around the base, she gripped him firmly as she dipped her head and ran her mouth along the inside of his thigh. The hairs that grew there tickled her lips, she swore his erection seemed to grow and swell within the confines of her fingers, and she gave him a tentative stroke.

Earning a harshly gasped curse for her efforts.

Moving her mouth away from his thigh, she ran her lips down the length of his cock, mapping him with her tongue. He jerked in her grip. She could hear his accelerated breaths as he tried to gain control of himself.

But she didn’t want him to gain control. She wanted him lost. Overwhelmed. Focused on nothing but her and how she gave him so much pleasure…

“God, Aubrey.” Her name fell from his lips in a ragged groan, and she smiled, pursing her lips around the velvety head of his cock just before she drew him into her mouth. She sucked him in deep, as deep as she could get, and he ran his hand through her hair, pushing it back and gripping it in his fingers so he could watch.

If that didn’t send a major pulse between her legs, she didn’t know what else could. She loved that he wanted to watch her do this to him. Had she ever been this aroused while going down on a man? She didn’t think so. It had always been an act she’d performed in the hopes the man she was with would simply return the favor. At least once.

Tonight with this man was nothing about returning favors or being selfish. She was in the giving mood. More than anything, she just wanted Flynn to feel good. And she wanted to be the one responsible for making him feel good.

“I’m gonna…” She glanced up to see him swallowing hard, his handsome features contorted, his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. “Damn, Aub, you keep that up, I’m gonna come.”

Aubrey pulled him out of her mouth, licking her lips. She could taste him. Musky, salty, and so deliciously male. “Maybe I want you to.” She ran her tongue up the side of his erection, then swirled it around the head, her gaze never leaving his.

“Ah, shit.” He bit the words out and squeezed his eyes closed, looking as if he was in absolute agony. His thighs tensed beneath her palms and his entire body went rigid. She knew he was working his hardest not to come.

She also knew she wasn’t about to have any of that funny business.

“This is all about you tonight. All for you,” she whispered, sucking just the head of his cock between her lips before she released her hold on him. “I want you to come in my mouth, Flynn. Please? Are you going to make me beg?”

“Ah, God.” The words seemed torn out of his throat just as she wrapped her lips around him again, swallowing as much of him as she could. She lashed at his flesh with her tongue, suctioning tight, gazing up at him, just when he looked down at her.

And that was all it took. He tugged on her hair, making her whimper around his cock just as he erupted in her mouth. His long moan was a beautiful sound as he shuddered, his orgasm taking him over completely. She sucked up every last drop, downright proud she swallowed when normally she didn’t.

For Flynn, she wanted to give him everything. Make every sexual encounter between them unforgettable.

She didn’t want him to ever forget anything that they shared. More than anything, she didn’t want him to forget her.

…

Flynn grabbed hold of Aubrey right after she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, the satisfied glow in her eyes telling him she’d just enjoyed every minute of giving him a blow job.

That was hot. Almost as hot as watching her wrap those plump pink lips around his cock, sucking him deep as if her very life depended on it. The sight of Aubrey on her knees, bringing him so much pleasure, had been the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“Come here,” he said, taking her with him as they moved up the bed together. She wound her legs around his, their mouths meeting in a passionate, tongue-thrusting kiss.

He’d told himself only hours ago he needed to go to bed early. Focus on practice tomorrow and not let himself get too caught up in Aubrey.

Yet here he was, completely caught up in Aubrey.

“I want to kiss you everywhere,” he whispered against her lips just before he slipped down the length of her body, doing just that. He mapped her body with his mouth. Her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, his tongue lingered on her nipples, giving them plenty of attention. He rained kisses across her trembling stomach, her hipbones, the gentle slope of soft, pale skin that led to her sex. He could smell her, wanted to devour her, but he skipped over where she most likely wanted him to go, pressing his mouth to her inner thigh. She moaned and he glanced up at her, saw that she watched him, and a surge of lust rode over him, making his cock hard all over again.

Crazy.

“You like watching me touch you?” When he was with Aubrey, he felt bolder. Comfortable. So comfortable, he wasn’t worried about the upcoming game, the importance of it, what was expected of him. All the stuff that usually ate at him from within and made him want to work stronger, harder, faster dissipated into the air.

All he could focus on was the naked woman in his bed.

“Yeah,” she whispered, a little smile curving her lips. “Even when you’re being a tease.”

“You teased me,” he pointed out, smoothing his hands along her bare legs. Curving his palm over her knee, down her calf, marveling at how silky soft her skin was. He could touch her forever. All night long.

“And I know you loved it.” She ran her hand over his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. “Don’t stop, Flynn. Please.”

Without a word he settled his mouth over her, somehow knowing exactly what she wanted. She closed her eyes and arched into him, her fingers tight in his hair. She was so wet and hot, fragrant with her desire, and, fuck, he couldn’t get over it. Couldn’t get over that he was with Aubrey, eating her like he was a man starved, sliding his fingers deep inside her body and making her cry out.

He was falling for her. He knew it. Did she feel the same way? He didn’t know, wasn’t sure, and he hated that.

“Oh God, oh God,” she chanted, her hips lifting. He slid another finger inside her, thrusting deep, circling her clit with his tongue before he drew it between his lips and sucked. She cried out sharply, clutching his hair as the tremors started from deep within her and spread out. He literally felt the orgasm move through her, wash over her, and he watched in complete fasciation, overwhelmed at the intimate moment they were sharing. Overwhelmed with his feelings for her, too.

He let her ride out the orgasm, his mouth never leaving her the entire time, until, with a final shuddering exhale, she slumped onto the mattress like she was melting. He moved away from her just as she threw her arm over her eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly, nipples hard and a dark rosy pink. He wanted to suck them. Still. Again. More.

That was the word of the night. More, more, more. It rattled around in his brain, made him feel like a man possessed. That’s all he wanted. More naked skin on skin, more sex, more kissing, more sweet smiles and trembling moans and orgasms and…

Aubrey.

Glancing down at himself, he saw he was rock hard. He’d come only minutes ago, with an orgasm that had completely drained him. Yet he’d like nothing more than to thrust deep inside her and fuck her straight into oblivion.

Grimacing, he shifted up the mattress so he was lying beside her.
Fuck
was such a harsh word. He’d never thought of himself as a romantic, but maybe he was. He didn’t want to just fuck Aubrey. He wanted to…

Make love? That sounded so serious. Those two little words sounded so “we’re in a relationship so we only make love,” and their relationship hadn’t reached that point. But they weren’t just fuck buddies, either. What he felt for Aubrey was more than that.

What exactly do you feel for her?

Tough question he didn’t really want to analyze at the moment, thank you very much.

She turned toward him, slipping her arms around him and resting her head on his chest. He held her close, his mouth on her forehead, and she tilted her head back, her lips pursed for his kiss, which he delivered.

“We’re not done, are we?” She sounded drowsy, a little worn out, and he chuckled, kissing her again.

“No.” He thrust his hips against her slowly so she could feel exactly what she’d done to him. “I’m not even close to being done.”

A lazy, wicked smile curled her lips. Her hair was a mess. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked thoroughly satisfied, and he liked that he was the one who put that expression on her face.

“Good,” she said simply, squirming closer to him. Her hard nipples brushed against his chest, and when she wrapped one leg around his hip, opening herself to him, he could literally feel the heat emanating from her body. “Because I’m not close to being done, either.”

Their kiss consumed. Devoured. Tongues tangling, hands everywhere, soft whispers and shuddery moans escaped them. Somehow he found a condom on the bedside table and tore into the wrapper, sliding the condom on quickly. He loomed above her on his knees, so intent on getting ready to plunge inside of her that it took him a moment to realize just how gorgeous she looked, spread out like an offering before him.

Sex had never seemed like a big deal to him. Merely a means to an end, and he’d never let it go too far for fear he’d become distracted. He’d needed to focus on the game. On the win. On his career.

He was finally realizing there was more to life than the game. Than winning. Than his career. He could have a personal life and a professional one. They could coexist. Hell, he could have it all.

And he wanted to have it all with Aubrey.

She reached for him and curled her fingers around his cock, pushing him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at her, pressed his lips together when she began to stroke him, and he closed his eyes, lost to the sensation of her touch. “Feels so good,” he murmured.

“It’ll feel even better when you’re inside me,” she said, her throaty voice full of promise.

Not even bothering to argue that point, he positioned himself over her and slid deep, as deep as he could go. She stilled beneath him, her breath catching in her throat when he settled in completely, and then she exhaled, a shuddery gust of breath he felt against his lips as he came down over her, pressing his mouth to hers as they began to move in unison.

This was what he’d been missing his entire adult life, he thought as he lifted away so he could study Aubrey’s expressive face. That special connection with another person, that warm and willing woman who listened to him, comforted him, made him laugh, made him groan, made him think crazy, out-of-this-world thoughts.

Like how he never wanted to let her out of his life, now that he had her in it.

Flynn stilled above her, his breathing ragged, his chest tight. Aubrey opened her eyes, her tongue darting out for a quick lick, and he dipped his head down, catching her lips with his own in a swift kiss before he reached for her hands and pulled them above her head. He intertwined their fingers, clasping tight as he slowly started to move again, his gaze never leaving hers.

She returned his stare and didn’t say a word, but no words were needed. The intensity of the moment hung between them, the connection, the emotion. It swirled and built, urging them on, forcing them to face what was growing between them, though they didn’t acknowledge it. Flynn wasn’t sure if he wanted to admit that he wanted more. Was it too soon?

But as his orgasm barreled down on him, intensifying his movements, magnifying the tightness in his heart and the heat beneath his skin, he knew without a doubt he needed to figure out a way to make this woman his.

For real.