Game For Love (Bad Boys of Football #1)(12)
Author: Bella Andre

The fine hairs along her spine rose as his fingers followed the dress down. She moved to turn again to face him.

"Stay right where you are."

"But I can’t see what you’re doing."

"I know."

Again, despite her reluctance to give up control, he hoped she was tempted enough by what he was offering to give it.

After taking a long moment to appreciate how good she looked from the back in nothing but a bra and panties, all soft curves and smooth skin–the anticipation of seeing her from the front nearly killing him–Cole said, "Don’t move a muscle."

He could see how hard it was for her follow his instructions, even without seeing her face. She was all but bristling with anxiety as he walked over to his dresser and pulled it open.

"Tell me what you’re doing," she begged.

God, how he liked to hear her beg.

"You’ll know soon enough," he said, teasing her with his response. Despite what she thought she wanted, the fact was that not knowing what he was doing would make her even hotter.

And would help her let go.

That need to let go was exactly why he gently slid one of his silk ties across her eyes.

She reached for the blindfold, but he didn’t stop her. "I thought you were going to trust me, sweet Anna."

Her hands stilled on the soft fabric. "But I didn’t think you’d be…blindfolding me."

He had to press a kiss to the spot where her neck curved into her shoulder. But just the press of his lips wasn’t enough, he had to rake her skin with his teeth, had to begin to mark her as his.

His.

"Don’t think, Anna. Just feel." He finished tying it behind her soft hair, tight enough that it wouldn’t slip, but not tight enough to hurt. "The blindfold will help."

"How?"

Her whispered question made his c**k so big it almost hurt. Because she was trusting him.

And he didn’t deserve that trust.

Damn it, he couldn’t go there. Not now. Not when he had a feeling the greatest pleasure he’d known yet was right in front of him, wearing his tie as a blindfold. Along with his ring on her left hand.

When she’d asked him not to betray her trust, they’d been talking about sex. He told himself that his answer had been totally honest. Enough justification that nothing was going to stop him from giving her the ultimate pleasure.

"No decisions. No choices. Just pleasure."

He heard her breath catch, saw the flutter of excitement in the upper curve of her br**sts where her heart was beating hard enough that he could see it jumping beneath her skin.

He picked her up again, her arms going around his neck to steady herself a moment before he laid her down on the bed.

With the blindfold covering her incredible eyes, he found himself enthralled by her mouth, a sweet and sexy cupid’s bow that was made for kissing. A vision ambushed him of Anna’s soft, red lips wrapped around his c**k as she sucked him deep into her throat.

"You’re beautiful, Anna. So damn beautiful."

Those perfect lips curved up into a tremulous smile. She blindly reached up for his face, running her fingertips across his jaw, over his lips. "Thank you," she whispered.

Leaning down over her, he licked her lips, a long stroke from one side to the other. She opened up to him on a whimper and for the hundredth time that night, he lost sight of his plan.

Because just kissing this woman was better than f**king any other.

As her curves went soft and pliant beneath his, as he settled his erection against her wet heat and she bucked up into him, it took everything Cole had for him to remind himself that they’d been to this point before, where she was open and wanting, and she’d frozen up. If he kept at it like this, not using any finesse at all, odds were high that it would happen again.

Not because she was a tease.

Not because she didn’t want him as badly as he wanted her.

But because she was good girl.

And pleasure this extreme frightened her.

"Have I mentioned yet how much I love kissing you?"

"I love kissing you, too," she said in that soft voice that was as warm and sweet as the woman beneath him.

"I want to kiss you everywhere, Anna."

Her soft smile froze on her face at the exact moment that he took hold of her wrists and lifted her arms over her head.

"Cole?"

"Just relax, sweetheart."

He’d never been one for pet names, had never bothered to force them out to get in a girl’s pants, but with Anna he wasn’t forcing it. She was sweet. So sweet he ached with the need to kiss her. To taste her. Working quickly, he drew another silk tie from where he’d been storing it around his neck and bound her left wrist to the right bedpost.

"How can I relax when you’re tying me up?"

Her earnest question had him smiling down at her. The kind of woman he usually slept with would be playing it up right now, moaning and putting on a show for his benefit.

But not Anna. Instead, she was telling him exactly what she was feeling every step of the way with beautiful honesty.

"Like this," he said a moment before he ran his tongue lightly across the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist. "And this." His mouth ran kisses from her palm around to her shoulder.

By the time he made it back to her face, he had to drop in for another taste of her sweet mouth. Her ni**les were a hard press of heat against his forearms.

"Better?"

Her breath was coming in harsh pants. "No."

"Maybe this will help." With her limbs still rubbery from his kisses, he quickly moved her other arm into place and secured it to the bedpost. Moving back to stare down at her beautiful, half-bound body, he asked again, "Better now?"

"No, Cole. Please. I don’t know how to do this."

"You don’t need to know, sweetheart. Not when your body already does."

Gently spreading her thighs with a hand on each leg, he inhaled her scent, more sweet than musky. His mouth watered with the urge to bury his face in her soft, wet folds, and taste her.

"Can you feel how wet you are for me?"

Her pink panties were soaked against her pu**y lips. He pressed two fingers against her wet heat and she gasped, clamping her legs together around his hand.

Leaving his hand pressed in tight against her silk-covered lips, he asked, "Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?"

"But you’re the one touching me."

Jesus, she had no idea how much her innocence inflamed him. Hell, he was as surprised by it as she was.

He hadn’t been sure about tying up her legs. Now he was.

Anna’s reserve went so deep that if he gave her any chance at all to protest, to try and fight what her body so desperately wanted, she’d use it.