Game For Love: Love Games (Kindle Worlds) (9 page)

She’d assume any position he wanted, and maybe even a few she’d think up.

He placed his hands on top of hers, then slid them down her arms, as if checking for weapons. She felt
his
weapon as he pressed his hard arousal into her back. He put her hands down to her sides for only a moment so he could slide her coat and then her suit jacket off, which he promptly threw aside. He then put her arms back on the door, and slid his hands down them again. This time when he reached her shoulders, he swept to the front of her silk blouse.

“Nice room.”
 

“Thanks.”
 

Marlee knew Declan hadn’t seen one iota of her house before he’d turned the lights out, but she acknowledged the compliment all the same. His hands felt amazing on her body as he started to undo the buttons of her blouse. He untucked it from her slacks to get the last two buttons undone. She was so anxious she almost ripped the thing apart herself. Marlee expected him to put her arms down again to get the blouse off, but he didn’t. Instead, he placed one hand across her tummy and the other across her breastbone and kissed her neck.
 

Finally, to feel his touch on her skin. Ever since their kiss this morning, it seemed like she’d been waiting an eternity to feel that connection.
 

No. Not an eternity. The thought once again drove home to her that she’d only known this man a little more than a day. She chose not to think of that, but to concentrate on his kisses that were so warm and soft on her neck. He moved up and kissed her earlobe, gently sucking it into his mouth.

“Nice neck.”
 

He returned his attentions to her neck, which was barely holding up her spinning head.

“Thanks.”
 

She arched her back just a little. Just enough to give him better access to her neck and to also grind her behind into his erection. He let out a small groan and moved his hand up to cup one of her breasts, prompting Marlee to exhale a groan of her own.

He cupped a breast fully. She was busty and spilled over his hands. Declan kneaded the breast, and his other hand, joining in the fun, cupped her other breast. Always such a sensitive place for her, they firmed and hardened at his touch. His fingers brushed over her front clasp and stilled, as if finding treasure. One sure flick of his fingers and he had her unsnapped. As if being set free after a long incarceration, her breasts willingly fell into his waiting grasp. She let out a sigh of pleasure, and relief to finally be touched like this by him.

He took his hands away from her breasts for only a second. He put his thumb and index finger from each hand just inside her mouth. She gently sucked in his digits, making them wet. He took them away and returned them to her now bared breasts. Her breath quickened as his wet fingers sought out her already hard nipples. As he rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, Marlee gasped and ground herself into him again. This time he was ready for her, and did some grinding of his own.

“Nice tits.”
 

“Thanks.”

He was squeezing the nipples now, pulling them out, mimicking a suckling motion with his hands. His mouth was still hot on her neck, sucking there. She knew he was probably leaving a mark. Part of her loved the thought of that. Of being branded by Declan.
 

His chest was molded to her back, as if he was trying to get as close to her as possible. Which was A-okay with her. Through the fog in her brain, she could hear his breathing become labored, which seemed to propel her own desire higher. She pushed back into him, and he began stroking himself against her backside.

 
Marlee gasped. Declan moved his hand from her breast and down her stomach. Undoing the button and zipper of Marlee’s slacks, he guided his hand downward. He nudged aside her satin panties. She knew the silky material was wet with her arousal. He eased his fingers down to cover her.

“Nice mound.”
 

He touched her coarse hair and then slipped his fingers inside her folds. God, she was so wet for him. And he seemed to be feeling the same intensity that was coursing through her body.
 

“Thanks.”
 

Marlee could barely get the lone word out. She knew she was close. The way Declan touched her…His fingers continued to circle her nub. Her hands, that had been only resting on the door, now braced her weight, and she used the leverage to press back into him. She leaned her neck back, now able to take in Declan’s scent as he nuzzled forward, to the front of her neck.
 

He smelled like man. No other way to describe it. Pure, strong, virile, aroused man.
 

His tongue ran along her neck, imitating the soft, circular symphony that his fingers played out below. She felt the softness of something else as well, and her fuddled mind realized it was the yellow scarf. That raggedy-ass scarf, that was so out of place on the polished hunk, was softer than any fabric Marlee had ever felt on her skin before. It was an incredible contrast to the rough texture of Declan’s tongue and his callused fingers.

He slipped one inside her, gliding it in easily due to her wetness. With his thumb, he continued to stroke her, circling her pulsating clit. He picked up speed with his thumb while he edged another finger inside her, then pressed up with both fingers while he scraped his thumbnail across her.

That was all it took. Marlee’s entire body stiffened, then began convulsing. His right hand, which had seemed permanently attached to her breast, lowered, and he held her tightly around the waist as his left hand continued administering the touch that was taking her over the edge.

 
She bucked back against him, her head thrown back. She heard several of her hairpins fall to the floor as he guided her through her climax. Portions of her hair fell down her back and over Declan’s brow as he sucked on her neck. Her trembling continued as he deftly worked his magic on her body.
 

She’d never had such an intense orgasm; it seemed to go on and on. Her eyes closed, flashes of white lights passed before her and the term “saw fireworks” briefly ran through her mind. Ragged exhales escaped her lips, and then she sucked in a huge breath as another wave was upon her. She silently prayed for Declan to take away his hand lest she pass out, but she also wished that he would never stop rubbing her there. And there. And also there.
 

He lifted his fingers inside Marlee one last time and then eased them out. He drew his thumb away from her as well, and raised his hand to join his other one, clasping them both around Marlee’s waist.
 

One last surge of pleasure wafted through Marlee, and then slowly, so slowly, her breathing began to return to normal. Her heartbeat, which had surpassed erratic, once again became a strong
thump-thump
. Happy that Declan was for all intents holding her up at the waist because her legs had become limp, she leaned forward and slumped her head on top of her hands, resting her upper body weight against her front door.
 

Declan waited another moment, as if making sure Marlee was all the way down after her exhilarating high. He then turned her around to face him. Pushing back the hair that had come undone, gently tucking it behind her ears, he leaned forward, kissed her gently on her forehead, and tilted her chin up so that she looked straight at him.

“Nice orgasm.”
 

“Thanks.”
 

She wanted to say more than the simple word. She wanted to get down on her knees and kiss the ground he walked on for giving her such an intense gift. She wanted to sing his praises to all who would listen about the magic of his fingers, the knowledge of his touch. All she could manage was thanks.

Declan smiled at her. Not his trademark killer cat-that-ate-the-canary smile, but a soft grin, something Marlee had not seen from him before now.
 

He squatted down so that his shoulder was even with Marlee’s waist. He reached up behind Marlee and pushed her down at her middle, causing her to bend over Declan’s incredibly broad shoulder. He came up fast, taking her with him, her feet dangling until he reached an arm around and anchored her to him by holding the back of her knees and placing his other hand across her fanny.

The rush of blood to her head was quick and strong, but not as exhilarating as what had just happened to her.

“Now,” he said, “which way to the bedroom and I’ll show you some ways you can have
me
saying thanks.”

Chapter Seven

M
arlee was lean, but a substantial woman, though she felt light as a feather in Declan’s excited arms. He carried her toward the stairs that he could see with the help of the streetlights shining dimly through the windows of her living room. He took the stairs nearly two at a time, now oblivious to Marlee’s encumbrance.
 

Sounding as impatient as Declan felt, she guided him to her bedroom. “Straight ahead, last door.” Declan made a beeline and turned on the wall switch as he entered the room.

The room was just what Declan expected from the—albeit limited—time he’d spent with Marlee. It was warm and cozy; there was a large cherry sleigh bed with a comforter set in a design of deep greens and maroons. The dresser and tables were of the same dark cherry wood. There were picture frames on the dresser and womanly things: bottles of perfume, brushes, what looked to be an antique jewelry box.
 

Books were stacked next to the nightstand on the right side of the bed. Declan felt a moment of glee when he saw no books on the left side. There was no man that was here on a regular enough basis to have books on the nightstand. Declan didn’t read too much into that, but he did like the thought. A brief vision of the novel he was currently reading lying on that table went through his mind. Yeah, it would look good on cherry.

A large walk-in closet on the right side of the room, and a door that he assumed led to the master bath on the left. Together, it all took up the entire width of the house. Declan liked it. The whole room was neat and orderly, but didn’t scream anal-retentive. Just like Marlee—neat, orderly, but approachable, comfortable. And definitely touchable.

He ran his arms down her calves and took her pumps from her feet. In their hurry to leave the studio, Marlee had left her shoes on instead of changing back to her boots. Which was good, because it would’ve taken a bit more balance than he had to unlace and remove Marlee’s boots with her hanging over his shoulder. The pumps slid easily from her feet and dropped to the floor.

He moved his hands back up her long and shapely legs until he reached the top of her trouser socks at her knees. One by one he removed both until she was barefoot.

Declan squatted, bent slightly at the waist, and let Marlee’s body slide down his until her feet touched the floor. He slowly rose up, allowing his torso to glide against Marlee’s as she righted herself. The shock of the face-to-face contact sped through them both. Declan was just a little out of breath from the exertion of carrying Marlee up the stairs, and she seemed a tad dizzy from being suspended upside down. It only added to the physical sensations they both were feeling.

Marlee reached for Declan’s belt, obviously wanting to reciprocate, but he held her hands and pulled them away from his body.

“Slow down, baby, we’ve got all night. And you’ve got a lot to learn.”

“Excuse me?” Marlee’s look was a little stung. Her body stiffened and Declan realized his mistake.

“About football, Marlee. Football. A lot to learn about football.” He waited till this sank in and her stance relaxed just the smallest amount, but Declan noticed it and smiled. He was already attuned to her body. When a woman shatters in your arms with her sweet ass grinding against your hard-on, you sort of got to know her rhythms. Fast.

“We’re going to talk football? Now?” She stepped back, away from Declan, deeper into the room.
 

“Not talk. Show. You picked that stuff up today really quickly. But now it’s time to really delve into what you’ll be talking about. We don’t want anyone picking up on your lack of knowledge, do we?” As he said this, his eyes left Marlee’s face and went to her breasts, which were still bared, her bra and blouse open and hanging at her sides.
 

Declan knew their size and shape, had nearly memorized it when they were against the door, but this was the first time he had seen them. They were full and large and he now knew how the euphemism “melons” came into being. He was never one for slang when talking about a woman’s body, he was much more titillated by the real words, but that’s what they were—ripe, heavy, firm melons.
 

Her nipples were a dusky rose and sizable; they were also pebbled, puckered. Declan wasn’t sure if they were still hard from his touch downstairs or from the growing arousal he now saw on Marlee’s face. It took an effort, but he raised his vision from her beautiful breasts and met her eyes. He knew his eyes radiated with desire; there was no way he could hide it—and didn’t want to. He could feel his already hard cock stiffen even more when he saw the same desire in Marlee’s gaze.
 

Her chin jutted out, and her shoulders squared, causing her breasts to sway. “Okay, Mr. Football Hero, show me.”