Quarterback Sneak (6 page)

“If I’d known what would happen, I
wouldn’t have worn them,” she told him in a wobbly voice.

“That would have been a shame,
because then I wouldn’t have the pleasure of removing them. Right?” His tone
was playful but his expression far from teasing.

He lifted one foot again and laid a
path of kisses from her ankle up the inside of her thigh to her pussy, flipping
back the skirt so he could place his lips directly on her sex. Taking the top
of her bikini panties in his teeth, he dragged them unhurriedly down her legs
and dropped them on the floor. Lying back on the bed, naked except for the
short skirt, she felt unbelievably sexy.

Then he traced a line with his
mouth from the other ankle all the way to her pussy. Along the way, he stopped
to lick the inside of her thigh, the crease where hip and thigh were joined,
the tender skin above her pubic curls. Every touch, every lick, fired nerves
she didn’t even know she had, and she couldn’t hold back the moans. God, the
man had an educated mouth. By the time he settled at her cunt, she shook with
need.

Opening the lips of her pussy with
his strong lean fingers, he licked very lightly at her clit, sending tremors
slithering through her. Then he did it again, and followed it with a long slow
lap the length of her slit. As if he’d been making love to her forever, he
seemed to know every place to touch and exactly how to touch it. So aroused,
she feared she’d explode on the spot. Tightening her hands into fists, she slid
a glance down to where he knelt between her thighs.

“Y-you still have all your clothes
on,” she pointed out, her voice far from steady.

“If I get undressed, I’ll embarrass
myself,” he rumbled.

“E-embarrass?”

“Uh huh. I’m so ready to come right
this second, I feel like a horny teenager.”

“Oh.”

Oh, my God!

“I have wanted to do this with you
for
so
long,” he murmured against her.

The sound of his words vibrated
through her. “You have?”

“Uh huh. But I was scared to death
I’d ruin a perfectly great friendship.”

“And now you—”

“Want it all. I was so glad you
jumped on my suggestion. For the Valentine’s campaign,” he added.

“Um, me, too.” Stunned at what was
happening.

“Besides.” He winked. “I’m having a
really good time here.”

He turned his attention back to
licking every inch of her wet flesh then, without warning, thrusting his tongue
inside her. The walls of her cunt convulsed, gripping him, her hips thrusting
forward. Max propped her legs wide with his shoulders and held her pussy open
while he ate at her, again and again. She writhed in pleasure, an orgasm
building inside her, unwinding like coiled steel.

“Go ahead, sugar.” His voice
muffled against her body. “Let it go. We aren’t stopping at one.”

He squeezed his lips around her
cunt at the same time he thrust two fingers inside her.

“Oh, God,” she cried, eyes shut,
unable to hold back even if she wanted to. “Ohhhhhh.”

“Let go,” he murmured around her
hot nub. “Go on, sugar.”

He drove his fingers in and out of
her, speeding up the pace even as he sucked harder.

And she exploded, shook with
convulsions, the walls of her cunt convulsing around his fingers over and over.
Nothing existed except Max, his touch and his mouth, and the erotic tornado
racing through her.

When she opened her eyes again, he
grinned up at her, his fingers still inside her. He eased them gradually from
the grip of her flesh and, one by one, carefully licked them in a sight more
erotic than she had ever seen.

Max rose from his knees and bent
over her, giving her a slow, tender kiss. Her taste on his lips started her
quivering all over again. He gentled her with long slow strokes along her arms
and shoulders. With kisses from her throat over her breasts to her navel. And
finally, one very tender kiss on her silky pubic curls.

When he rose to his feet and pulled
his sweater over his head, Stacy almost cried at the perfection of him. He
possessed a true athlete’s physique, with broad shoulders, a defined six-pack,
and sculptured muscles along his arms. Dark hair scattered over his chest,
arrowing down to disappear into the waistband of slacks resting on narrow hips.
Just looking at him was enough to make her mouth water. How had she never
realized what a hunk Max was before?

His eyes, hot and hungry, burned
into hers as he stripped off his slacks and boxer briefs. Her gaze drew at once
to his cock, rising long and thick from a tight nest of curls, and she began to
shake with need again.

“I think I need to lose the skirt,”
she said in a weak voice.

“Actually, it kind of turns me on.
You all naked, wearing nothing but that flippy little skirt.” He bent over her,
arms caging her on either side. “I think I want to fuck you with that skirt on,
sugar.”

She wanted to tell him to get on
with it, but her breath stalled in her lungs. Erotic images of the two of them
danced in her mind. Finally, she got her tongue unstuck from the roof of her
mouth.

”Yes.” Barely a whisper. “I want
that, too.”

She pushed on his shoulders and sat
up, reaching down to wrap her fingers around his shaft. When she would have
stroked him, he folded his own hand over hers.

“After,” he told her between gritted
teeth.

“After? After what?”

“After I slide inside you and fill
that sweet pussy of yours.” The heat in his eyes could have scorched her skin.

“Then do it,” she told him.

Fumbling for his slacks, he dug a
condom from his wallet and ripped the foil open with his teeth. His gaze
focused tightly on her as he rolled the latex in place. It excited her to see
his hands tremble.

“Now,” he said, moving over her.

Lifting her legs, he braced them on
his shoulders and opened the lips of her sex with his thumbs. His breath hissed
through his teeth as he stared at her. Nudging her opening with the head of his
cock, he gradually inched it inside her. Stacy would have closed her eyes to
let sensation wash over her, but she couldn’t drag her gaze away from his. Little
by little, he filled her, stretching her tissues until the thick head bumped
against the mouth of her womb.

Oh, God!

“You feel so fucking good,” he
rasped.

“You…too,” she managed to gasp.

He lowered his head and took one
taut nipple into his mouth, the sensation pulling all the way to her pussy.
When he grazed the sensitive flesh with his teeth, electricity zapped her,
firing every nerve in her body. As he laved and sucked, he moved unhurriedly in
and out of the wet clasp of her flesh. Everything else faded away except the
hot connection of their bodies, his heavy penis filling every inch of her and
the heat of his mouth on her.

In slow increments, he increased
his pace, his hips moving as he thrust in and out of her. With each drag of his
shaft along her inner walls, he touched her hot spot, sending shivers of need
dancing through her. Lifting his head from her breasts, he looked hard into her
eyes. What she saw in his gaze was as potent as his movements—need, hunger,
desire, and some emotion she was too aroused to even think of identifying.

“Ride with me, sugar,” he rumbled,
his voice unsteady.

And then, he took them both up the
cliff, hips pistoning, cock driving hard into her, his balls slapping against
the cheeks of her ass. Again. Harder. More. Faster.

The climax swept over her with
sudden intensity, spinning her into black velvet space, every bit of her in the
grip of spasms threatening to shatter her. She was vaguely aware of the shudders
subsiding, of Max gently lowering her legs and easing himself from her cunt.
When he moved away from her, she wanted to cry out, beg him to come back. And
then he did, shifting her on the bed so he could lie down beside her and curl
her into him.

Her heart still pounded, his
thudding against her back, his ragged panting a counterpoint to her own. They
were both damp with perspiration, but Stacy didn’t care. She could have stayed
with Max’s strong arms around her, his athlete’s body curved around hers, for a
very long time.

At some point, her breathing evened
out, her heartbeat steadied, and her brain kicked into gear.

Ohmigod! I’ve had sex with Max
Sullivan! My best friend! Ohmigod!

Not to mention that “incredible”
barely described what had just happened. What was going on here? What started
out as a game was turning into something much more intense, and Stacy didn’t
know if she was ready for it.

Max tucked the damp strands of her
hair behind her ear and nibbled tenderly on the lobe.

“No thinking,” he murmured, his
breath feathery against her skin. “Thinking not allowed today.”

“But what—?”

“Spontaneous, remember?”

His hand drifted lazily along her
arm, down the curve of her hip, over to her tummy, and up to cup one breast
with his palm.

She gave a breathy little laugh.
“Spontaneous, all right. Spontaneous combustion.”

“Why thank you, sugar.” He bit down
lightly on her shoulder. “For me, too.”

“Max?”

“Yeah?” He traced lazy circles with
his tongue over the spot where he’d taken the little bite.

“What are we doing here, anyway?”

He chuckled softly. “If you have to
ask, then I’m doing it wrong.”

“No, idiot. You know what I mean.
Us. You and me. Friends.” She let out a slow breath. “Is…is what we did part of
the plan?”

Max weighed his words carefully.
Whatever he said next would either make or break the situation. After three
painfully long years, he finally had Stacy right where he wanted her—in bed, in
his arms. And, hopefully, in his life as much more than just best friends. He’d
known they’d be explosive together, yet, not in his wildest dreams had he
imagined how all-consuming, soul-shredding sex with Stacy Halligan could be. If
he made a mistake here, said or did the wrong thing, it would all go up in
smoke, and his plan to make her his forever would disappear.

“Max?”

He realized she still waited for an
answer from him.

“It’s definitely part of the bigger
picture, Stacy. Will I scare you away, ruin the big Valentine’s Day game plan
if I tell you I’ve wanted this forever? With you?”

“Sex?” She tensed in his arms. “Is
that what this is about?”

“Not even a little.” He dropped a
kiss on her shoulder. “Well, maybe a little. But what’s happening here is so
much more.” He continued stroking her body lightly, teasing her nipples and
drifting his hand down to brush the softness of her pubic curls.

“I can’t think when you do that,”
she told him.

“That’s the idea.” He nipped her
earlobe again. “Sure, I want to do anything for you to wipe away the pain the
jerks like Kurt have caused you, raise your profile with the ditsy females
where you work. But, Stace, I’ve wanted to take our relationship to a different
place for a long time. I saw a chance here to convince you we could be
together.”

She was silent for so long, his
nerves began to do a jittery dance.

“Stacy?”

“I-I never thought of us that way.
Besides, I know the kind of women you hang out with. I’m not even in the same
ballpark.”

“Window dressing.” He pulled her
tighter against him. “I never wanted all those shiny pennies the other guys go
for. I want someone real. Like you. So…what do you say? Can we see if what’s
happening really works between us?”

Again she took her time answering.
He simply kept stroking her body, trying to convey to her how he felt.

“What if…what if it doesn’t work?
What if we crash and burn? What if we end up hating each other? I don’t think I
could handle that.”

“I don’t believe that will happen.
I think we’ll have a happy ending. I’m counting on it. So, let me suggest
something. Let’s follow my Valentine’s Day game plan. If after February fourteenth
we discover the spark—make that bonfire—burns itself out and we decide we’re
not good couple material, I promise we’ll go back to being best friends.”
My
ass.

“Really? We could do that?”

“I will never do anything to hurt
you, Stacy. If we mutually agree what we started here won’t go anywhere, I’ll
make sure our friendship is still intact.”

He wanted to scream while he waited
for her answer, but he reined in his impatience.

“Okay,” she said at last. Then she
wiggled her ass against him, doing dangerously arousing things to his semi-hard
cock. “Let’s go for it.” She turned her head enough to look at him over her
shoulder. “The sex is really good, you know.”

Max laughed. “I take that as the
highest compliment.”

“Only no football fannies,” she
warned. “We’re exclusive.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
His mind eased, at least for the moment, he shifted her in his arms so they
were facing each other. “I think it’s time to open that wine Josie was kind
enough to pack for us, don’t you?”

“I can definitely get on board with
that.”

He uncorked the wine and poured it
into the two crystal glasses from the basket, then touched his glass to hers.
“To Valentine’s Day.”

“Valentine’s Day,” she smiled.

Max dragged his gaze away from
Stacy’s mouthwatering nude body long enough to remind himself he needed to
carefully design the next step in the game plan. He had never played a game he
was more determined to win.

The women at the magazine were in
an absolute tizzy. No one came right out and said it, but Stacy could tell by
the tone of their comments they all wondered how she had managed to snag the
hunky football player. Kurt showed up every day for a week to check out her
desk and see whatever new gift she might be displaying. His efforts to rekindle
whatever had been going on between them actually made her laugh. What had she
ever seen in him, anyway? She’d taken great pleasure in brushing him off with a
smile, turning down every invitation until he finally gave up, only doing it
with very bad grace.