Seduced by the Scrum-Half (Strathstow Sharks) (4 page)

“So I see.”

He put her down, lacing his fingers through hers as they started to walk up the street. His long-limbed stride ate up the distance, forcing her into a quick walk to keep up. Her heels rang out against the tarmac, a fast tattoo that matched the beat of her heart. Their cottages were only a couple of minutes away but even that seemed too long for her, need and anticipation warring within her.

Finally, they reached the joint drive between their properties. Will stopped in the middle, turning to pull her into his arms. She went eagerly, happily settling into his arms as though she belonged there. She wanted to belong there.

“Okay.” He dropped his head back for a second, closing his eyes. She got the feeling he was counting to ten, then he looked at her. “I don’t want to, but I’m going to do the responsible thing here and give you the option to back out here. No questions asked. Because if I get you into my place… I’m not letting you go. I’m going to take you every way my perverted brain can think of. Make you scream my name as you come, then make you come some more.” His lips quirked into a lopsided smile that hit her in the heart. “So run for the hills while you still can.”

Heat hummed through her veins in a dark symphony. Shaking her head, she laid a hand on his chest. His heart beat heavily under her fingertips. Solid. Strong. Just like the rest of him.

“No running.”

“Thank fuck.” He laughed, the sound unsteady, and swept her up in his arms.

Within a few strides, they were at his front door. Easily, he held her in one arm, his strength thrilling her, as he reached into his pocket for his keys. Then they were inside. He didn’t turn the lights on. Instead, he dropped her gently to her feet just inside the door. Before she could get her bearings, he was there, crowding her, pressing her against the wall.

He was large and hard. All. Over. Her hands smoothed over his broad shoulders, and a sigh of approval escaped her when he leaned into her. She welcomed him, her body soft and pliant as his mouth crashed down on hers, hot and demanding. Parting her lips with a forceful sweep of his tongue, he drove inside. Hands pulled at her coat, divesting her of the heavy material with a speed that spoke of need and desperation.

Her moan was lost into his mouth as he wrapped his tongue around hers. Hands planted on the wall either side of her head, he leaned into her and held her in place with the weight of his body, kissing her until the blood roared in her ears, and her heart pounded.

He kissed like all the guys in the romance novels she loved to read. All fire and dominance, with the added advantage that he was real, not some kind of mythical creature from the pages of a book. He was here. She could touch him. Taste him and him, her. Oh lord, yes. Just the thought of him using that clever mouth other places on her body sent her up in flames.

Dragging his lips from hers with a ragged moan, he grabbed her wrists and yanked them above her head. He kept her from touching him with one large hand over both of hers. His other hand spread over her lower back, pulling her lower half away from the wall and against his. She already had issues with her breathing, an affliction she found was only present when he was, but when he ground his hips against hers, she was forced to suck in a shuddering breath. Hell, he was huge. The long, thick bar of his cock burned at her even through their clothes.

Way too many layers of clothes.

Unable to touch him like she wanted, she played dirty and rocked her hips. He swore against her lips, voice ragged. Nowhere near as cool and calm as before. Triumph roared through her. She’d rattled him. Her amusement disappeared as quickly as it had arrived when he upped the ante and his lips blazed a trail down the side of his throat.

Each touch, each caress of his lips sent another shiver through her. The fluttery feeling in her stomach spread, filling her veins before settling into a hard knot low in her stomach. A deep ache throbbed between her thighs, pussy clenching with the need to be filled. By him. Over and over, again and again. Stubble rasped against her cheek, the scratch against sensitive skin dragging a murmur from her. He rumbled, the sound between a chuckle and a groan, as if to acknowledge her.

Letting go of her wrists, he stepped away and turned. She gasped, confused by the change of position. Before she could utter a complaint, he pulled her into his arms again. The solid strength of his chest met her back, the rigid length of his cock pressed into the grove of her ass.

A whimper broke free from her throat before she could stop it. His arms around her like this, legs spread so she stood between them, he surrounded her. Dominated and controlled. She couldn’t stop the shiver of pleasure that rolled through her. She’d never had a man treat her like this before. All her sexual experiences had been of the polite, once a week, in a bed kind. Safe. Boring. This was different. Way different. It was like he couldn’t wait to touch her, and be damned where they were. And…she liked it. Really liked it.

Big hands smoothed down her arms, shackled her wrists and pulled her hands up. Her breathing rasped, short and ragged, as he positioned them around his neck.

“Keep them there.”

His order was low and harsh, but the words got to her like nothing else. To not be able to touch when she wanted forced her into, not a passive role, but made her focus on everything he did to her. Every touch, every brush of his lips over the side of her neck. Oh lord, his lips… Heat washed through her, weakening her knees as he found the sweet spot below her ear.

Clinging to his neck to keep herself on her feet, she moaned when his hands swept up her ribcage. Her body ached and trembled by turns, her skin tingling wherever he touched her. She arched her back as his hands got higher, offering her breasts up to him. His hands closed over her to cup her right there through the fabric. Oh hell, that shouldn’t feel as good as it did. His teeth scraped the side of her neck, and she jumped, the pleasure-pain thrilling her.

“Again.” She didn’t recognize the voice that emerged from her throat. Soft and breathy, it was a full-on phone-sex operator voice. His cock jerked against her ass. “Please.”

He did it again, and she melted, sagging in his arms. He caught her, easily holding her with a strong arm around her waist when she couldn’t hold herself. Abandoning her breasts, he slid his free hand along her curves. Exploring. Heading south. She bit her lip as his fingers flirted with her hip bones, then moved lower. He smoothed his hand down her thigh, snagged the hem of her dress, and dragged it higher.

Goose-bumps erupted over her skin as the cooler air hit her thighs. She didn’t wear hose, so his fingertips brushed bare skin, all the way up. More and more of her thighs were exposed until the skirt was up over her hips and bunched around her waist. He groaned, fingers hooking under the thin strap of her G-string panties.

“Bloody hell, if I’d know you were wearing these, we’d never have gotten to the pub,” he whispered in her ear, his voice harsh. “I’d have fucked you right there on the stairs.”

She quivered at the words, her pussy clenching as he pulled the string. He twisted it around his fingers, holding the tension, and then paused as if waiting for something. Permission. Biting into the fleshy part of her lower lip, she nodded.

He growled and yanked. The string bit into her skin for a second, then snapped. Using a booted foot, he nudged her feet further apart and the ruined panties slid down her legs. She didn’t step out of them. She didn’t get a chance. In the next heartbeat, his fingertips skated the crease between her thigh and body. He shifted position, sinking lower against the door to use his body as a cradle to support hers.

“Open up for me, love.”

Unable to deny him anything he wanted, she complied, letting her thighs fall lax as he held her. His strength surrounded her, supporting her as large, callused hands stroked the soft skin on the insides of her thighs. She shivered but held still. Held in the spell of anticipation he wove around her, she daren’t move. Hell, she daren’t even breathe too deeply.

Her body clenched, the ache verging on pain. Her breath left her in a rush as his fingertips skated over her pussy lips. She whimpered, arching her back and rocking her hips in an unspoken plea.

“Shhh…”

He reached up, turning her chin up for his kiss. His lips claimed hers at the same moment he parted her lower ones with a decisive stroke of his fingers. He zeroed in on her clit with ruthless intensity. Pleasure hit her, hard and fast as he circled and stroked, plundering her mouth with his tongue at the same time. The dual assault stole her ability to think. Each touch designed to pleasure, to tease, tempt and drive her out of her mind.

Gasping at the delicious sensations coursing through her, she couldn’t help disobeying his order to hold still. Dropping her hand, she gripped his arm to stabilize herself. She felt as if she was about to fly away…or shatter apart. She needed something, anything, to ease the restlessness and tension surging through her.

He moaned, the sound more felt than heard under their kiss. His tongue stroked along hers. Warm, wet friction to match the slippery slide of his fingers against her clit. Just when she thought that was it, that it couldn’t get any better and that all she needed to do was hang on in there and ride his strokes to the earth-shattering climax she could sense lurking, waiting to consume her, he moved.

Frustration rose, hard and sharp. No way. He couldn’t. She grabbed his arm to try and hold him in place. He had to finish this. It wasn’t fair to tease her with a glimpse of heaven, and then snatch it away before she could reach it.

But before her lips could finish forming a pout, he slid a strong finger deep inside her. She tore her lips from his, a moan escaping her mouth. Lord, that was… fucking amazing.

“Go for it, love,” he urged as she clung to him, hips rocking against his hand as she tried to make the most of the small penetration he offered her. She wanted—needed—more, but the urgency of her body was too great. She had to come. Craved it more than the air she dragged into her lungs in ragged pants.

He sank lower, supporting her with his thighs and slid his other hand down to join the first. Stroked her clit at the same time he finger-fucked her in hard, fast thrusts. Pleasure grew, flowing outward before tightening, coiling in on itself until it was wound so tight she gasped with the tension. It broke, and she cried out his name, liquid heat flooding her channel as she came long and hard in his arms.

*

She was, in a word, fucking amazing. Well okay, so maybe those were two words. Since Will could barely think straight at the moment though, he had sod all chance with counting. He held her still as she trembled and shook in his arms, the orgasm holding her in thrall. Despite the havoc it wrecked with his own body, he was evil and continued to stroke and tease her.

He put aside the fierce ache in his balls and the painful throb of his cock in his pants in favor of seeing to the siren in his arms. She had to be a siren, there was no other explanation for it. Only a siren would be able to bewitch him the way she had, drugging him with her kisses last night until all he could think of was her, even long after she’d gone. Christ, he’d about rubbed his cock raw whacking off to thoughts of her.

The way she clung to him, hands on his forearms and the damn sexy, soft moans she made almost shattered his control. A famous control, one he was known for on the pitch. Level-headed Will Peters, cool under pressure, calm in the heat of the moment. The man the rest of the team counted on to keep it together.

Yeah… Right at the moment, he didn’t feel cool or calm and didn’t want to. Instead, he wanted to lose himself in the heat of the moment. To throw himself in the fire between them and wallow in it.

Her tremors slowed and finally subsided until she rested, pliant, in his arms. The fierce need surging through him was tempered with a sudden tenderness, a feeling so strong that his entire body quaked with it. Where it came from, he had no clue. He’d never felt this intense need to hold a woman close and defend her from everything before, not even his ex-fiancée. The fact that he wanted to screw her brains out at the same time was as confusing as all hell.

She turned her head, offering her lips on a little sigh, and he was a goner. The growl of need and desire rolled up from the very depths of his soul to escape his lips. Claiming her mouth in a hard kiss, he swept aside her defenses, parting her lips to drive inside and taste her sweetness again. She was indescribable. No more waiting. Tearing his lips away, he scooped her up in his arms. Petite and curvy, she fit in his hold as though she’d been made for him and him alone.

He took the steps two at a time, her weight almost unnoticed in his haste to get her into his bed. Shouldering open the door, his steps slowed as he approached the bed. He stopped by the side and looked at her.

Her eyes were dark in the shadows of the room, the only illumination the street lamp filtering through the blinds, and her lips were swollen from his kisses. With her dress still hiked up around her waist, the sweet cleft of her pussy playing peekaboo, she looked wanton and so fucking tempting.

Before she could track his gaze and become embarrassed, he dropped his grip behind her knees and slid her down the front of his body. He cupped her bare ass in rough, callused hands, squeezing and molding the luscious globes.

Her lips parted on a moan, an unconscious invite he wasn’t slow to take up. Swooping in, he kissed her again, his aim to make her as mindlessly breathless as he was. Sliding his tongue past her lips, he sought hers at the same time he pressed his hips forward. Pleasure coursed through him as his trapped cock pulsed strongly. God, if he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d go out of his damn mind.