Pulling on my bottom lip, I decide to try one more thing.
I slip my fingers under the hem of her shirt. I pause for a moment, wanting to make sure she’s okay with this. When she doesn’t say anything, I slip my entire hand under her shirt, letting my palm rest on her soft yet heated skin. There’s no way in hell she’s cold anymore.
“Now if you’re still cold,” I say quietly, “I can try doing some skin on skin.” I drag her shirt up so it’s just under her breasts, and I bring her bare back against my chest.
She’s silent for a second before bringing her hand to her shirt. She sits up momentarily before dragging her shirt over her head and dropping it on the floor.
Holy.
Fuck.
She leans her back against my chest and says, “You’re right, skin on skin really does make me warmer.”
Now it’s my time to pause.
To assess.
To tell myself to breathe and not freak out.
Not twist her to her back and take her tit into my mouth.
Have control, man.
Keep steady, don’t fucking lose grip now.
But fuck, her skin is so soft.
So warm.
“Levi?”
“Hmm?” I ask as my palm presses against her stomach, bringing her in even closer.
“You’re really hard.” She rubs her ass against my erection.
“I know,” I say.
“Do you need to take care of that?”
Yes, if you could sit on it and bounce up and down while I stare at your delicious body, that would be amazing, thanks.
“I’m good unless it makes you uncomfortable.”
“No,” she says softly. “I think it’s hot.” She twists just enough so she’s looking back at me. “Incredibly hot.”
And then she stays there, staring up at me.
I stare down at her.
My hand perched on her stomach, her bare breasts inches from my hand.
Her tongue peeks out and wets her lips.
I inwardly groan as I wet my lips as well.
And when neither one of us makes a move, neither one of us breaks for the kiss, feeling desperate for this to end, I let my thumb caress her bare breast.
Her eyes squeeze shut, so I do it again.
She twists just a touch more, and I curse that she’s under the blankets covering her up.
When her eyes fall to my mouth, I push it a bit farther, then move my thumb just a little higher and stroke the underside of her hard nipples. I need this to be over.
“Fuck,” she groans as I hold my breath, waiting for her to snap.
When she doesn’t move, I do it again.
And again.
And fucking again, but she leans into it.
She pants.
Her chest fucking heaves, but she doesn’t crack.
Instead, her teeth pull on her bottom lip as her hand moves between us and, to my surprise, presses against my cock.
Mother of fuck.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, a groan on the tip of my tongue.
With her palm flat on my length, I shift my pelvis into her hand where she squeezes me just enough to nearly make me choke on my own saliva.
And that’s when I feel it, my will slipping.
My focus draining.
My mission failing.
Because I want more.
I want her to make me lose control.
I want to get lost in her.
I want to straddle her and play.
Play with her chest.
Her mouth.
Between her legs.
Fuck, I want this so bad.
I want it so bad, that my legs quiver, my cock swells, and I lose control.
I let out a deep breath, ready to take what I want just as I feel her slip out of the bed.
Nooooo . . .
With one arm, she covers her breasts as my cock pulses under the sheets. She stares down at me and says, “I’m warm now. Thank you, Mr. Posey.” And then she grabs her tank top from the ground and goes back to her cot.
My cock is throbbing with the need of release . . . while failure consumes me.
How did that not break her?
Because it sure as fuck broke me.
“You’reeager to get back to your hotel room,” Eli says as I jam my finger against the floor number.
“I’m not eager,” I say even though I’m really fucking eager.
After a horrid loss tonight against a team we should have easily beat, everyone is pretty much on edge. Including myself.
I went to bed last night in so much fucking pain from no release that I woke up this morning hard as a goddamn stone. Thankfully, Wylie wasn’t awake yet, so I nearly sprinted to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stroked myself for a measly twenty fucking seconds before coming all over the shower tile.
Yeah, twenty seconds.
Fucking pathetic.
And my mind was so fucked from the night before that I felt like my head wasn’t in the game today. Although, none of us played well so thank fuck it wasn’t only me. And now that the game is over, I have one thing on my mind—breaking Wylie so we can end this fucking torture.
A smart person might say, hey, why don’t you just break it yourself. End your own misery, but that would mean that she would win. Losing is not an option. Not when we’ve come this far.
No fucking way.
“You seem very eager,” Eli says. “You sprinted off the bus.”
“Sprinting is a bit of an exaggeration. And if I was sprinting, how the hell did we end up sharing an elevator?”
“Because I was sprinting too.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re really fucking annoying, you realize that?”
“You’re calling me annoying? You’re the most annoying person I know. The most annoying person the entire team knows.”
“I beg to differ. You all obviously don’t know how to look in the mirror.”
“Denial is an ugly thing, Posey,” Eli says in a scoff.
“Which is why you shouldn’t be denying the fact that you’re annoying.” I pat him on the cheek. “That pretty boy face is going to turn into an ogre expression. Might even grow a single black hair on the tip of your nose.”
Eli’s expression falls flat. “My case in point.”
“That’s not annoying. That’s just stating facts.”
The elevator doors part open and I bolt out of the elevator and down the hall.
“Some might think you have a girl in your room,” Eli calls out, but I just ignore him as I reach my room, open it with the key card, and then let myself in, only to find the room blistering hot.
“Jesus fuck,” I say. “It’s hot in here.”
Wylie takes that moment to walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of underwear and a white tank top with the hem tied up around her breasts.
What in the fuck is she doing?
“You’re back,” she says as she walks behind me. “Let me take your jacket for you.”
“Why is it so hot in here?”
“I watched the game, and you know, I just thought you looked a little stiff. So I came up with an idea to help with that.” She hangs my suit jacket in the closet, then guides me over to the bed. “I’m going to need you to strip out of your pants, though.”
Oh, she has fucking plans. I can see it in her eyes. There’s an evil gleam, and I realize that whatever is about to happen will be absolute hell.
“You seem a little shocked by the heat, so let me help you.” She walks up to me and, before I comprehend what she’s doing, she undoes my pants and leaves them open, then starts unbuttoning my dress shirt.
Her fingers play against my chest as I stare down at her deliciously curvy body. I take that moment to observe her as she works on my buttons. The way her body curves dramatically at her hips, giving her that hourglass figure is sexy as fuck. She’s not model thin, something I love about her body. I want nothing more than to turn her around, bend her over, and grip those hips, that ass, and claim it as mine.
When she’s done with the buttons, she pushes the shirt off and then brings me over to the bed where she sits me down. Hands on my knees, she kneels in front of me, causing my cock to jolt as she removes my shoes.
“Don’t think I’m paying you for this kind of service,” I say as she sets my shoes to the side. I lift so she can pull my pants off as well.
“This is something special.” She winks, then lays me down on the bed, flat on my back.
“Does it have to be this hot?” I ask.
“Yes,” she answers as she walks away.
“Where are you going?”
“Just rest there for a moment. Let the heat sink in.”
“Wylie, it’s already sunk in. I’m sweating.”
“Good,” she says as she reappears from the bathroom, but this time, she has the ice bucket in her arm.
She sets the ice bucket next to me.