WMIS 03 Play With Me (13 page)

“Megan,
this won’t last long if you keep…” Before he can finish the sentence I rotate
my hips again and squeeze my intimate muscles and he starts to really move,
gliding out to the tip, and then back in to the hilt.

“Oh,
yes.”

“Is
this what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Tell
me, babe.” His voice is raw and sweat is beading on his forehead and I’m
stunned at how much he wants me.

“I
want you. Just you.”

“Damn
right, just me.” And with that he picks up the pace, rocking in and out of me,
thrusting harder and harder, so when he’s pushed as far as he can go, it almost
hurts. He’s so big, there’s no avoiding it.

“Goddamn
it,” his teeth are clenched. He grabs my hands, laces our fingers, and pulls
them above my head, restraining me. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

Every
touch of his pubis against my clit is setting me on fire, until finally I can’t
stand it anymore. I feel the orgasm building, my legs clench, I grip his hands
harder.

“Come,”
he whispers in my ear and bites my neck, sending me over the edge, pulsing and
bucking beneath him in the best damn orgasm of my life.

“Ah,
hell,” he shouts and follows me with his own release. He buries his face in my
neck and unlocks our fingers. I wrap my arms around him and cradle him to me,
still inside me, and know that I’m totally and completely lost to this
beautiful man.

He
rolls to the side and takes me with him, reversing our positions. He manages to
stay inside me, and I’m in no hurry to kick him out.

“Well,
I guess it’s safe to say we’re compatible in bed,” I murmur against his chest.
He laughs and kisses my head.

“True,
but you might kill me.”

“How
so?”

“Now
that I’ve had you, I won’t be able to get enough of you. I think I’m addicted
to how you feel, how you sound, and being buried deep inside you.”

I
don’t really mind the sound of that at all.

And
besides, it’s totally mutual.

I
sigh and rest my arm across his chest. Will traces the music inked on my arm
with his finger.

“What
song is it?” he asks softly.

“
I
Dare You To Move
by Switchfoot.”

“What
part of the song is this?”

Startled,
I gaze up at him. “You do know me pretty well already, don’t you?”

“You
wouldn’t permanently put anything on your body unless it meant something. What
lyrics go with this music?” He smiles down at me and kisses my forehead.

I’ve
never shared this with anyone.

“
I
dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.”
I whisper and feel Will sigh.

“It’s
beautiful,” he murmurs and drops the subject.

“I
like yours too.” I grin up at him and then pinch him.

“Hey!
What was that for?”

“You
never told me you have a tattoo.”

“You
never asked.” He hugs me tighter and sweeps his hand down my back to my ass and
back up again.

I
want to purr like a kitten.

“I
get the number eight is your jersey number, but what does the rest mean?” I ask
him and trace the number eight on his side. His tattoo is over his ribcage on
his right side. It’s the number eight surrounded by lots of little lines and
squiggles that don’t seem to make any sense.

“Look
closely,” he mutters and raises his arm so I can get a better look.

Holy
shit.

“It’s
all the players’ signatures?” I ask.

“Yep.
It represents my team. I may be the center of it, but I’m surrounded by a whole
team of great men and really good players. So I had a board made with the number
in the middle and asked all the guys to sign around it, and there it is.”

“Do
you add names as teammates come and go?” I ask.

“Yeah.
It started with college, and I’ve added the names as the years go by.”

“What
if your number changes?” I ask.

“It’s
not going to. They retired my number at UW and Seattle will probably do the
same when I retire.”

“Big
shot football star,” I murmur, earning a light slap on my ass and I grin. I
continue tracing it with my fingertips and push up to kiss his chin.

“So
you’re not just a pretty face,” I remark sarcastically.

“No,
that’s you, babe. You’ve got the pretty face.”

“I’m
so not your type.” I roll off him and run my hands down my face.

“What
the fuck does that mean?”

Will
rolls on top of me and glares down at me, pissed off.

“It
just means that I’m not what most athletes would go for. I’m not tall, blonde
and leggy. I’m not arm candy. I’m a rocker chick-turned-nurse. I’m no one
special.”

With
each word coming out of my mouth I’m pissing him off more.

Why?
It’s just the truth.

“Have
you heard a word I’ve told you? You are exactly my type. Physically and
emotionally. I love this sweet body of yours. I love your dirty mouth. Aside
from your crazy hours, I’m proud as fuck of you for being an awesome nurse and
friend to those kids of yours. I don’t care what anyone says, you are who I
want.”

He
cups my face in his hands. “You are what I want. Just you.”

“I
didn’t mean to piss you off, I just…”

“You
didn’t just piss me off, honey. You put yourself down, and hurt my feelings.
Trust me, if you didn’t interest me, you wouldn’t be here.”

I
run my fingers down his face and smile up at him gently. “Okay.”

“Now,
I’m hungry.”

“Kitchen
sex?” I ask excitedly as he pulls me to my feet and tosses one of his jerseys
at me.

“Food
first, then yes, if you’re good, I’ll let you have your way with me on the
kitchen counter.”

“Yes!”

* * *

“I
never realized how messy kitchen sex is,” I murmur and watch Will fiddle with
the shower heads, lowering them so they don’t hit me in the face.

His
shower is massive. We could easily host the entire offensive line in here.

“That’s
better, come on.” He takes my hand and pulls me gently into the shower. Oh,
God, the hot water feels amazing. I glance down to see the remnants of ice
cream and chocolate syrup get washed down the drain.

“Here,
it’s your fault that I’m sticky. You wash me.” I hand him a washcloth and he
lathers it up with my body wash. “Hey, when did my body wash show up here?”

“I
bought it to keep here. I’m hoping you’ll be staying here a lot, at least when
I’m home.” He smiles down at me and warmth spreads through me. “Of course,
you’re welcome here even when I’m not home.”

“I’m
happy to stay when you’re home. It seems silly to stay here when you’re gone,
given that my place is less than twenty minutes from here. We’ll have to put
some of your things at my place too, in case we end up there.”

He
jerks me against him and kisses me roughly.

“Hey!
I’m not clean. Let’s get clean before we get dirty again.”

He
laughs down at me and finishes cleaning us both off, and then we take turns
rinsing the suds off our bodies.

Will
wraps me in a large bath sheet, warm from a towel warmer. “You’re going to
spoil me, Montgomery.”

“Good.”
He kisses my forehead and wraps a towel around his waist. “Let’s go back to
bed.”

“My
hair is wet.”

He
frowns at my hair for a second. “Wait here.”

He
marches out of the bathroom and I hear cabinet doors banging and then he’s back
with a blow dryer. “Jules left this here a few months ago. She probably has ten
of them.”

He
plugs the blow dryer in and motions for me to stand in front of him, and he
systematically blows my hair dry.

Well,
shit. No man has ever done that before.

I
meet his eyes in the mirror and he smiles contentedly, then concentrates again
on my hair. When it’s dry, he turns off the dryer and lays it on the countertop
to cool.

“Bed.”

Chapter Ten

“Wake
up, sweetheart.”

Will
brushes my hair off my face and kisses my cheek.

“Hmph.”

“I
have to go, babe, I need you to wake up.”

Go?

I
open my eyes and take in the pretty. God, he’s a nice way to wake up. “Mornin,”
I murmur and stretch.

“Good
morning.”

I
sit up and let the sheet drop to my lap and push my hair back over my
shoulders. Will’s eyes are on my breasts and I grin. “Like what you see?”

“You
have no idea.”

“Stay
here and show me.” I lay back and open my arms to him. He climbs across the bed
and kisses me, hovering over me.

“I
can’t stay. I have to go train for a while. You can come with me if you want.”
He kisses my nose as I laugh up at him.

“Honey,
I don’t run. If you ever see me running, you’d better start running too ‘cause
that means that something is chasing me.”

He
chuckles down at me, kisses me again, and then sits up. “You’re funny. Okay,
then lazy bones, stay here and look gorgeous in my bed. I have to go get tortured
for a while.”

“I
work tonight,” I remind him and he frowns.

“What
shift?”

“Swing.
I have to be there at two and get off at two in the morning.”

“How
long does this shift go this week?”

“Just
tonight, then I’m off three in a row.” I snuggle down in the comfortable white
sheets and hug Will’s pillow to me as I talk to him. “This pillow smells like
you.”

“Come
here tonight after work.”

“I
don’t know…”

“Please.”
His hand glides from my knee, up my thigh and over my hip to my side. “I don’t
want to be without you tonight.”

“Okay.
No game this weekend? This is Sunday, isn’t it?”

“It’s
Monday night this week. I was hoping you’d be off so you could come. I own one
of the suites and the family usually comes and hangs out and watches the game.”

“Oh,
that’s right. Jules and Natalie asked me to go out for a little shopping and
happy hour with them Monday. They said the guys were going to the game and we
should do the girl thing.”

“That’s
cool too. We can meet up after the game.” He kisses my forehead and climbs off
the bed.

“Are
you really cool with me not going to the game?” I ask uncertainly.

“It’s
fine. We’re still early in the season, there will be plenty of games for you to
see. Have fun with the girls.”

This
is so not the arrogant man that I thought he was, and the fact that I ever
labeled him as an asshole shames me.

“What’s
wrong?”

“You’re
not an asshole.”

His
eyebrows climb into his hairline and he stares down at me. “That’s a bad
thing?”

“No,
I’m saying I’m sorry for calling you an asshole before. You’re not.”

“Apology
accepted.”

“Okay,
go, before I pull you back in this bed and give you a work out myself.”

“I’ll
be back before you leave for work.”

“I’ll
probably just head home and get ready from there. I don’t have scrubs here.
Shit!” I cover my face with my hands.

“What?”

“I
don’t have a car. You picked me up last night.”

“Take
the Rover. Keys are in the mudroom.” He turns and leaves the room before I can
argue.

“Have
a good day, dear!” I call after him and hear him chuckle as he jogs down the
stairs.

I
climb out of Will’s monstrous bed and wince at my sore muscles. Will is an
attentive and inventive lover. I was in positions and used muscles last night
that I didn’t know were possible. The fact that he’s so strong and can just
move me where he wants me is sexy as hell.

I
pull on my dress from last night and head downstairs to gather my purse and
shrug and head home.

Will’s
house is simply stunning. There are large windows everywhere, letting in an
abundance of light and a view of the beautiful water and landscape of the
Sound. His furnishings are inviting and plush. I haven’t seen the whole house
yet, but it’s definitely a home that’s lived in, and is comfortable and
welcoming.

Like
the man who owns it.

The
keys to his SUV are where he said they would be. I grab my purse and the keys
and head home, and for the first time since I started my job, I’m already
wishing my shift were over.