WMIS 03 Play With Me (18 page)

“I
will.” He kisses his way over to my neck and runs his hand down my face to my
breast to tease my nipple. I suck in a breath and squirm beneath him.

“Naked,”
I repeat but he just chuckles and keeps up the torment, running those hands
over my body, those lips down my throat to continue the torture of my nipples.
Oh dear God, that feels good.

“Your
skin is so damn soft.”  He’s on his knees again, kissing down my stomach to my
navel where he pays special attention. He grips my hips in his hands, holding
onto me, and bites and kisses my stomach, brushes his nose over it, and then
kisses it some more.

Jesus,
when did my stomach become an erogenous zone?

He
suddenly jerks me to the edge of the couch and pushes my thighs wider apart and
sits back on his heels, just looking at me.

“So
damn beautiful,” he repeats. He raises his hand to my face, his eyes on mine,
and runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek, brushes my lower lip with his
thumb, and then traces the pad of his index finger down the hollow of my
throat, down my sternum, my stomach, over my navel and my pubis.

I
can’t move. I’m completely in his trance. For Godsake, we went from me
playfully cheating my ass off on a video game to intense sexual tension in the
matter of seconds.

Suddenly,
he turns around and fishes an ice cube out of an empty soda glass and pushes it
into his mouth. His eyes smile up at me before he lowers his head, and very
gently, places a kiss right on my metal. His cold lips send a zing through my
core and I raise my hips in response.

“Holy
shit, that’s cold!”

He
chuckles and does it again, but this time he slides down, hollows his cheeks
and sucks my lips into his mouth with the cold ice and I about come apart. I
grip his hair in my fists and hold him to me but he backs out of my grasp and
shakes his head.

“Grip
the back of the couch with your hands, babe.”

Huh?

“Why?”

“This
is going to get intense for you, and it’ll be even more so if you can’t touch
me.” He gently caresses my thigh with his hand. “Trust me.”

I
do.

So
I grab the couch above my head and watch him. He smiles reassuringly and kisses
my thigh, then fishes out another ice cube, but instead of pushing it into his
mouth, he spreads my labia with one hand and, eyes on mine, guides the ice from
my anus, through my folds, and up to my clit.

“Watch
this, Megan.”

When
he reaches my piercing, he hangs out there, circling the metal over and over,
making it so damn fucking cold, and then pushes it down against my already
over-stimulated nub and my hips come up off the couch. He pushes me back down
firmly and gives my clit a reprieve, guiding the ice back down through my lips.

“I
love this pink pussy,” he murmurs, his eyes full of longing and lust.

“It’s
rather fond of you, too,” I respond, panting.

“Well,
that’s good to hear,” he replies sarcastically and reaches for another ice cube.

“Jesus,
Will, I can’t do it anymore.” I shake my head from side to side.

“Hey,
it’s okay.” He kisses my thigh again, twice, and places a soft kiss against my
pussy. God, it’s fucking hot to watch him kiss me down there.

He
pops the ice in his mouth and kisses my labia deeply, brushing his nose over my
clit, and suddenly I feel a finger brushing my anus. My hips jerk against him
and I can’t hold the orgasm in, I come violently against him, crying out his
name.

He
pushes that ice deep into me with his tongue and then quickly pulls his shirt
off, pushes his shorts down around his hips, unleashing his impressive
erection, and moves up my body. As his cold lips meet mine, he pushes his cock
inside me.

“Holy
shit, it’s cold,” he laughs and kisses me again.

“Can
I touch you now?” I ask, raising my hips to meet him.

“Fuck,
baby, yes, touch me.” I wrap my arms around his neck, and am stunned when he
suddenly stands with me in his arms, still inside me, and sits on the couch. I
plant my knees on either side of his hips, and cup his gorgeous face in my
hands.

“I
love how you feel when you’re inside me,” I whisper against his lips. His hands
are caressing my back, from my shoulders to my ass, and back up again. “I love
the way you touch me.”

My
eyes never leave his as I start to move my hips, clenching down on him with
every downward motion. His jaw clenches as he watches me, his eyes sober and
hot. I run my hands through his hair and kiss him deeply, and he wraps those
strong, muscular arms around my waist, and pulls me down harder, rolling his
hips, making his pubic bone hit my metal, and it’s too much. Before I can stop
it, I fall over the edge again, spasming around him.

He
buries his face in my neck and growls.

“Fuck,
Megan.” And suddenly he’s falling with me, spilling himself inside me.

* * *

I
wake alone in Will’s bed, again. I have a feeling that with his early morning
training and meetings, I’ll be waking alone a lot when we stay together.

But,
given that he woke me up with delicious kisses to let me know he was leaving,
he’s forgiven.

Yesterday
was the best day I’ve had in I don’t know how long. We literally spent all day
being lazy gluttons. Except when we were making love, which was also often.

He’s
a freaking animal.

The
more I get to know him, the more I genuinely like him. He’s definitely not the
arrogant asshole I originally thought he was. He’s considerate and kind and
funny.

And
for some reason that I’m not going to examine too closely, he seems to be
smitten with me.

I
gather my things and head home. Today is Nick’s memorial service, and I will be
going. Nick was a special kid, and I need to say goodbye.

I
take my time in the shower, letting the scalding water loosen sore muscles and
soothe me. I smile as I remember the two showers Will and I shared yesterday,
and how we ended up getting dirty again, before we ever even left the water.

The
man likes water sports.

After
buffing and shaving and scrubbing, I dry quickly and dress in a simple black
dress. I twist my hair up and pin it at the back of my head, add minimal makeup
and satisfied with how I look I head downstairs to eat something light before
heading to the service.

As
I descend the stairs, the doorbell rings.

Who
the hell could that be?

I
pull the door open to find a dark suit-covered Will standing on my doorstep.

God,
he looks good in a suit.

It’s
tailored to his tall, lean body. He’s wearing a blue dress shirt and deep blue
tie with it, setting off those incredible eyes.

“Your
alarm isn’t set.”

And
he’s pissed.

“What
are you doing here?” I ask.

“Your
alarm isn’t set,” he repeats stubbornly and walks past me into the living room.

“Will,
I’ve been home less than an hour. What are you doing here?”

He
pulls me to him, wraps his arms around me and just hugs me close. “Do you
really think I’d let you go alone today?”

I
rest my cheek against his chest and breathe him in. He smells clean and safe.
He smells like Will.

“You
don’t have to go with me,” I murmur.

He
pulls back and cups my face in his hands. “Yeah, babe. I do. Then you’re coming
home with me.”

“Aren’t
you getting sick of me yet?” I ask lightly, wrinkling my nose.

“Yes,
I’m terribly sick of you. You eat too much, hog the bed, and cheat at video
games. Not to mention, you require way too much sex. But, I’m muddling my way
through.”

“You
know, you could use some work on your people skills.”

He
laughs down at me. “Haven’t you noticed, Megan? I can’t seem to get enough of
you. I have to leave for Miami tomorrow, and I want you with me tonight. Is
that okay?”

“Yeah,
that’s okay.”

Chapter Fourteen

“How’s
your day going, sweetheart?”

God,
it’s good to hear his voice.
I lean back in the plush desk chair
behind my desk and grin.

“It’s
been a pretty smooth day so far. How about you?”

“The
usual. We watched some film this morning, went to the field for a while. Now
we’re waiting to do some interviews and call it a day.” He sounds tired.

“I
hear Miami is fun. Gonna go party it up tonight?” I ask with a smile and
systematically dismantle a paperclip.

He
chuckles, and I clench my thighs together. Even from three thousand miles away,
his voice does things to me. He’s only been gone for roughly thirty-six hours
and I’m itching to get my hands on him.

“No,
we have a curfew when we’re out of town, babe. We’ll probably all just go to
the hotel, order in room-service, and call it a night. I wish you were here.”
The last sentence is whispered, and I clutch my phone even more tightly in my
hand.

“Me
too,” I murmur.

“Good.
Get on a plane tonight.”

I
laugh loudly. Yeah, right. “Will, that’s not possible.”

“Why
not? I’ll book you something right now.”

“I
work a job, remember?”

“Call
out sick.”

“No.”
I shake my head and laugh again. “You’ll be home tomorrow night.”

“I
want to see you tonight. Fuck the distance, Meg, you should be here. I want you
at the game tomorrow. In fact, take the whole week off. We have a bye-week next
weekend, and Coach is giving us the week off. Let’s just go somewhere together
for a few days.”

I
sit in stunned silence. Is he serious? Just pick up and leave?

“Will,
I have to ask for vacation time months in advance.”

I
hear him sigh on the other end and feel like shit for raining on his parade.

“I
want to see you too,” I tell him firmly. “But I can’t just leave town without
any notice.”

“You
need a vacation, Meg. You’re exhausted. We need time together.”

“I’m
with you every day.” I remind him.

“I
miss you.”

Damn,
we have it bad.

“I
miss you too, babe. I’ll call you tonight when I get off work.”

“Okay.
Later.”

I
hang up and rub my forehead. He’s right, I do need a vacation. Being whisked
away at a moment’s notice sounds fantastic, but I’m not a rich superstar. I
have a job, and a mortgage, and a crazy biological mother who seems to think I
have to send her money on a regular basis.

I
dig back into the charts in front of me and try to forget about a certain sexy
football player and what he might be doing right now in sunny Florida.

“Can
I come in?” My boss, Loretta, asks.

“Sure.”

She
sits in the shabby chair opposite me and sets a manila envelope on the desk.

“How’s
it going?” she asks.

“Fine,
thanks. You?”

“Oh,
fine,” she waves my question off, and looks at me for a long minute. “It’s been
a rough week.”

“Most
weeks are rough around here, Loretta,” I remind her. She nods thoughtfully.

“I
saw that your football player was with you at the funeral the other day,” she
mentions causally, a knowing smile on her kind face.

“Yes,
he was,” I confirm. “He liked Nick.”

“We
all liked Nick,” she sighs heavily. “Losing him was tough on all of us.”

I
not in agreement and watch her, wondering where she’s going with this.

“You
know, I was looking through your attendance records, and was reminded that you
haven’t had a vacation in two years.”

Will
Montgomery, I’m going to kick your ass. Right after I kiss you senseless.

“Okay,”
I reply.

“You
have almost two hundred hours of vacation time saved up in your bank, Megan.”

I
nod, watching her.

Loretta
shakes her head and sighs, then chuckles. “I appreciate your dedication. Trust
me, I do. But Meg, this job will burn you out fast if you don’t take care of
yourself. Your football player called me earlier and asked me to give you this,
along with the next ten days off work.”

She
slides the envelope to me and I open it, my jaw drops as I read the paper
inside. It’s a flight itinerary to Miami, leaving in four hours. Behind that is
an email sent from Will.

Loretta,

Thanks
for taking care of this. I owe you.