Seductively: Playing for Hearts Book 2 (Crimson Romance) by Debra Kayn Page A

skin. She’d had sex before with no strings attached. She could do it again. Besides, he lived a different lifestyle than her, and she had goals of her own that didn’t involve traveling around and supporting a hockey player.
    She looked up at him and smiled. “I want you too.”
    He swept her up and carried her into the house, down the hallway, and into his bedroom. She stretched out on the bed. His knuckles brushed her cheekbone, and brought her back to the moment. She was in bed with him. Clothed, but hopefully naked soon.
    He slowly pulled her scarf out from around her neck. She shivered as the soft material skimmed her nape in the most delightful way. How could he not touch her, and have her almost begging for his hands on her body?
    She leaned forward, letting him strip the sweatshirt from her. He slipped his hand into the waistband of her jeans and pulled her toward him, kissing her hard and fast. “You make it impossible to go slow.” He paused. “I’ve wanted you ever since you ignored me in Cottage Grove, and it feels like punishment to take my time. You’ve been in my head for months, sleeping across the hall for days, and all I can think about is sinking myself inside of you and staying.”
    Validation of what they were doing came swiftly. The unsteadiness inside her vanished. “You drive me crazy.”
    That was the truth. She hated him for how he made her react to him. It was a constant fight to keep from falling at his feet like all the other women, but she couldn’t lower herself to being like all the rest. She had to believe that this was real. There was no denying the air sizzled between them, and the way her body warmed when he was near.
    He regarded her thoughtfully. “This is special. You know that, right?”
    “Yes.” She nodded. “And if you don’t do something right this minute, I’m going to scream.”
    He chuckled. “I don’t want you screaming … yet.”
    His lips brushed hers, but a wayward curl caught in her mouth. She reached to push it back and fell back flat on the mattress. He undid her jeans, and tugged them from her body, along with her panties and socks. Too hot to care about her nudity for the first time in front of Dominic, she undid the front clasp of her bra and wiggled her arms out of the straps.
    He stood at the end of the bed. Without taking his eyes off her, he pulled his shirt over his head. The wide expanse of his chest left her sucking in air. Everything about him was big. Big arms, big shoulders, big chest, big thighs — she gazed down — God, those thighs.
    “Too many clothes,” she managed, rising on her elbows and propping herself up to watch.
    In one move, he took his jeans and boxers off. She rose to her knees. Oh. My. God.
    His hardness jutted out below a flat muscled stomach, proud and a little daunting. She sucked in her lower lip and clenched it between her teeth. The whole man package left her vibrating and wanting.
    His strong face.
    His broad shoulders.
    His sculpted stomach.
    His thick thighs.
    She moistened her lips. His hard cock.
    He joined her on the bed, both of them kneeling and facing each other. He cupped her breasts, and she had the senseless need to let her head fall back on her shoulders and close her eyes. The heat from his palms soothed and tormented.
    “So beautiful,” he murmured, and then nibbled her neck. “So hot.”
    “Yes.” She slipped her arms over his shoulders. “Oh, yes.”
    He pushed his finger between her legs and stroked her wet heat. She trembled and sagged against him.
    “Hang on, sweetheart,” he whispered.
    He withdrew, circled, entered, withdrew again, and gave her another circling that left her arching off the bed. He caught her earlobe between his lips, his breath tickling her senses. She shivered as her core spasmed in pleasure.
    She reached down between them, and grasped his hardness with her hand, rounding her fingers and feeling the soft length of steel react to her touch. Empowered and bolder, she