The Game of Seduction (Arrington Family Series) (11 page)

Her perfect, pouty lips were made for kissing, and he was convinced they were made for kissing only him. Their mouths were in a perfect rhythm intertwined together. He caught her face in between his hands and momentarily stopped their kiss to look at her. She gave him a questioning look.

“Please don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice filled with lust.

“Only for a second, baby.” He reached under the pillow where her head lay to retrieve a condom. He could no longer contain the restraint he thought he had. He needed to be one with her to smother out the tightening of his muscles and the possible unleashing of his erection if he didn’t get a grip.

Once he was protected, he spread her legs and slowly guided inch by glorious inch of himself inside of her as his gaze never left her face. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh once he was all the way in. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and held onto his head as he gave the first thrust, followed by a long yet gentle one to get her used to all of him. He began to make love to her with long, deep strokes increasing the tempo with each one. The muscles of her walls clenched as he continued, her hips meeting his as he grabbed onto her bottom, pulling her up to meet his powerful thrusts.

Her passionate cries sounded in his ears awakening a feral response from him. Never had a woman felt so damn good to him before. Her sweet juices were engulfing him further into a sea of ecstasy, and he was drowning in her flesh. She grabbed his shoulders hard and buried her head in his chest as loud moans of excitement flew from her. He thrust harder as he felt her contracting around him and the sounds of her orgasm resounded in the air. He was determined to erase every other man from her memory and replace it with his mark on her.

As her first orgasm ended, it wasn’t long afterward that her muscles once again clutched him to an unbearable passion-filled tremor, and he found himself losing control and letting out his seed along with every curse word he knew.

They lay still for a few moments until their breathing returned to normal. He eased off of her and lay beside her propped up on his elbow. He ran his finger down her cheek and kissed her softly on the lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Bree.” He couldn’t believe the tenderness he used and for a moment didn’t recognize his own voice.

“Thank you. That was magnificent. Can we do it again?”

“Hell, yeah. I’m not even done, girl. We’re just getting started.” He gathered her in his arms and held her close to him as she rested her head on his chest. He looked down at the pretty woman and kissed her on her forehead. He wasn’t sure what he’d got himself into with Bria, but he couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else.

Chapter Eight

Bria’s eyes flew open. The room was dark, except for a stream of light from the slit in between the drapes. Her back rested comfortably against Rasheed’s brick hard chest as he held her tight against him. She glanced at the clock. It was almost eight in the morning. They had finally fallen asleep around five after their third round of mind-blowing sex.

Sex?
No, it was definitely more than sex, and that scared her to death. She didn’t want to fall for Rasheed, but it was too late. After the break up with her ex, she vowed to never fall for another player again. But here she was in the arms of a world known player who only wanted a friends-with-benefits relationship. And that was the other problem. They were best friends. What if he ended up falling in love with someone and got married? Would he ask her to plan his bachelor party? That’s what best friends do for each other. And she couldn’t be mad or jealous, even though the mere thought was making her mad and jealous. She’d had a few friends-with-benefits relationships before, but she had never fallen for them. It was just sex. But then again, those guys weren’t Rasheed Vincent.

Deciding she didn’t want to be there when he woke up, she slid from under his warm embrace. He’d told her once he was a heavy sleeper, so she was glad when he barely moved. She tiptoed across the room to the fireplace where her clothes lay and hurriedly got dressed. She grabbed her purse from the floor next to the bed and then remembered her car was at home.

Great.

She walked quietly to the open door, looked back at Rasheed who was sleeping peacefully, and hurried down the staircase. She sat on the bench in the foyer and pulled her cell phone from her purse to call a cab.

Twenty minutes later she was in the cab checking her voice mail, most of which were from friends wishing her a happy new year and her siblings questioning her as to why she left the party early. She had said a hurried good-bye to Raven before rushing out with Rasheed and never told her brothers she was leaving because they were on the dance floor. She deleted the messages, turned off her phone, and rested her head on the back of the seat.

Once she arrived home, she slept, showered, and slept again for a few more hours before she decided to Skype with the one person who would understand what she was going through, her cousin, Megan Chase.

“Let me get this straight, because I’m apparently not hearing you correctly. You had mind-blowing sex with NBA great Rasheed Vincent and you don’t want to ever again with him.” Megan shrugged her shoulders and sipped her coffee. Knowing her, it was her second cup. She drank coffee like it was water. She appeared too wired for the day after New Year’s Eve, plus, she was speaking a mile a minute in her signature, soft sort of singy voice, even though that was most of the time anyway.

“That’s correct.” Bria tried to stifle a giggle at her cousin’s appearance. Her hair was wrapped in a scarf, and she had toothpaste on two pimples.

“All because you don’t want to ruin your friendship.”

“Well, I think it’s too late because now I don’t know how to go back and be just friends. We tell each other everything. What if next week he tells me all about some hot girl he’s seeing and, knowing him, screwing? The thought is making me sick to my stomach.”

“Girl, you got it bad,” Megan said shaking her head. “I’m glad you finally had sex with someone. It has been a long time.”

“Oh really, and what about you?”

“My wonderful twin along with Jade, have been setting me up on boring blind dates. I think I’ve been out with every man in Atlanta, and I’m getting sick of it. I know my family and friends mean well, but they don’t understand that I love being single.”

“Well, you know I understand where you’re coming from. Just don’t do like me and end up sleeping with your best friend who will make you want more.”

“Don’t worry, while Jade loves to have sex, I don’t think I’m her type,” Megan laughed. “So, are you still coming to Atlanta tomorrow? The guest room is all ready for you. Just ignore my sewing machine and the big bolts of material lining the walls.” Megan moved her laptop so Bria could see the room.

Megan was an up and coming interior decorator in Atlanta who owned her own boutique interior decorating firm Chase, Whitmore, and Associates, along with her best friend Jade Whitmore.

“Yes, I’m leaving tomorrow night.”

“Isn’t Rasheed coming to Atlanta for a hosting gig on
Sports Fanatic
?”

“Sometime next week, but I’m going to avoid him if possible. Besides, I’ll be too busy hanging with you as well as checking out Taylor’s practice.”

Megan gave Bria a look of pity and sighed. “You have a lot on your plate right now. Between your dad giving you a hard time about leaving the family practice, and now you’re falling for Rasheed …”

“Girl, I know, but I’ll let you go. I need to do laundry and start packing enough clothes for a month, even though I do plan to go shopping at Phipps Plaza and Lenox Mall.”

“I can’t wait to see you. Call me when you leave Memphis.”

An hour later, Bria was going through her closet when she heard her front door open and close. She stood very still, not because she thought it was a burglar but because she knew who it was. She had given Rasheed an emergency key when Shelbi moved out of the apartment building and across town when she got married, and now he was using it.

“Bria, I know you’re home,” he called out. “Your purse and keys are on the foyer table.”

Reluctantly, she walked out to the living area. He sat comfortably in the chair sipping on a bottle of water and looking very handsome.

“Now look, woman. We’re not going to play the avoid Rasheed game again, do you hear me?”

“Who said I was avoiding you?” She turned from the intensity on his face and walked into the kitchen. She wasn’t surprised when he followed her in there. He sat on one of the barstools at the island, and she leaned against the sink.

“Really? I woke up this morning, and you were gone. I’ve called your cell phone, and it keeps going to voice mail. So yes, I’d say you were avoiding me.”

“You want something to eat?”

“You can’t cook, Bree.”

“No, but I can make grilled cheese sandwiches and some curly fries.” She opened the freezer to retrieve the fries and to cool her face off. He looked so damn good in his blue jeans and a black sweater, she just wanted to say the hell to their friendship and seduce him right there.

She let out a surprised sigh as strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her body against his hard one. His scent whiffed into her nostrils, and she wanted him to take her just like that, especially when she could feel the swell of his erection on her backside.

“You’re still avoiding me,” he whispered in her ear, his lips hovering over it. His voice was deep and heavy, sending a warm sensation through her.

“I … wasn’t avoiding you. I’m just … hungry.”

“Me too.” He dipped his tongue into the crook of her neck. “Hungry for you.”

She moaned and leaned her head back on Rasheed’s chest, feeling the hardness of it. It was comforting and warm just like his embrace that she hated to leave from that morning.

“I woke up ready for round four, and you weren’t there.” He placed kisses down her neck and kneaded her breasts whose nipples hardened as soon as he touched them.

She gave up trying to resist. “I’m here now,” she whispered. She closed the freezer, leaving the bag of fries on the shelf. He turned her around to face him, and he seized her lips as if he hadn’t seen her in forever. She parted her lips more to allow him better access to her tongue as he continued to kiss her with so much passion and vigor that it sent quivers of exhilaration down to her aching sex that craved to have him inside of her once more. She let out soft moans as she massaged his smooth head and deepened the kiss by pulling him closer to her.

His fingers skimmed the waistband of her sweatpants and another moan erupted as he pulled his lips from hers.

“Shhh. Be patient.” He kissed her gently once more and then stooped down to his knees and pulled her sweatpants to the floor. He halfway grinned. She was panty-less.

“I see you were expecting me,” he commented before diving his tongue straight into her center.

She gasped for air, for she wasn’t expecting him to do that. He held onto her butt and pulled her closer to him as she draped her left leg over his shoulder and grabbed his bald head.

His tongue dipped in and out of her, driving her crazy with every single lick.

“Yes, just … like … that,” she stuttered out. She tried to catch her breath but couldn’t. This man knew exactly what he was doing as he kissed her other lips with the same passion as the first time they had kissed.

He wound his tongue slowly around the outside of her entrance with an infatuated expression on his face. His tongue dance continued running tingles through her body. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take as he licked his tongue in and out of her. She was so wet. She wasn’t sure if it was her or his saliva. Probably a mixture of both. She felt an orgasm about to explode, and she pushed his head deeper in between her legs pumping her hips with the same motion as his tongue thrust.

“Please … Rasheed … please don’t stop.” She leaned her head back on the refrigerator and grasped his head tightly as she climaxed. She let out a long scream and then slumped over for she could no longer hold her balance on one leg. He pulled her down to the floor and held her in his warm embrace until her breathing returned to normal. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, breathing in his scent.

“Let’s finish this in the bedroom.” A dangerous grin crept across his face as he lifted her off of the floor and into his strong arms.

When they arrived to her bedroom, he set her on the floor next to the bed and impatiently snatched her medical school sweatshirt over her head to reveal her breasts that bounced free in excitement. He sucked one into his mouth, nibbling and biting it hard as he palmed the other one, sending pleasure and pain through her body. Passion-filled moans released from her mouth as she held onto his head when his mouth deepened over her breast. She reached down to his jeans and unbuttoned them. Unzipping them was somewhat of a challenge as she tried to get the zipper down over his monster of an erection. While he stepped out of his jeans, she pulled his sweater over his head to expose his beautiful decadent chest in all of its glory. Breathing and her coherent senses escaped her. She glanced down to the floor to see a few packs of condoms that must’ve falling out his jeans.

“I see you came prepared.” She stooped down and tossed the packs on the bed.

He pulled her back to him but didn’t continue delivering mind-blowing kisses on her. Instead, he simply stared at her, with a longing in the depths of his eyes, and that alone sent shivers through every cell in her body.

“I want you, Bria. I woke up and reached out for you only to find a pillow in your place. You do things to me I can’t explain. You’re like a drug I can’t get enough of, and I have no control over. Why did you leave?”

“I thought it was just going to be a one-time thing.”

“You’re like a chip.” He picked her up and laid her on the bed and then his naked body over hers, pulling her legs over his shoulder. He grabbed a condom pack, opened it, and placed it on his
overbearing
erection. “I can’t just have one.”