Page 101 of The Player

“Oh my fucking . . . That was . . . that was . . . wow.”

Drew planted one last kiss on her ass, pulled his fingers out of her, and stood, chuckling against the back of her neck. Then he turned her around, one hand at her waist, and she grabbed his shoulders because her legs still weren’t working.

“You okay?”

“Uh-huh.” Nicole blinked up at him, dazed.

Drew lifted her into his arms, and she rested her cheek against his shoulder as he carried her across the suite, past all those windows and through the open bedroom doors. Somebody from housekeeping had already turned down the king-size bed and left chocolates on the pillows. Drew didn’t give her a chance to care before he peeled her dress over her head and laid her on the cool sheets.

He kicked off his shoes and socks, then unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged it off, and pulled the white tank top underneath over his head while she watched. His muscles flexed with the movement, and Nicole wanted to run her tongue over every ridge. Then he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs the rest of the way down and stepped out of them.

That dick. Nicole was still looking when he climbed onto the bed and moved over her, his hands sinking into the mattress on either side of her. She reached for him, pulling him down to her mouth.

He pushed her thighs apart and settled between them, rubbing the head of his cock against her. He lined himself up and drove into her bare with one hard thrust. Nicole cried out, her back arching, and grabbed at his shoulders to pull him closer. Fuck, he felt good. She wanted him as deep as he could get.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.

He caught her wrists with his hand, pinning them above her as he fucked her in deep, punishing strokes. Every thrust moved her farther up the mattress, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the bedroom.

“Mine,” he said against her ear, his voice rough. “You’re mine and so is this pussy. You hear me?”

“Yes—fuck—yes.”

“And I’m yours. So is this dick.”

“Mine. All mine.”

Nicole didn’t think he could get any deeper, but then he folded one of her legs up against his shoulder. Holy fuck. He drove in harder, the new angle allowing him to hit her spot. Every snap of his hips dragged a sound out of her she’d never heard herself make. Drew owned her right then, mind and body, and he was making damn sure she’d never forget it. And she wouldn’t.

It built so fast she couldn’t have held it back if she’d tried. Nicole came with a sharp cry, her whole body clenching around him, and he followed, burying himself deep and groaning her name against her shoulder as he pulsed inside her.

That was . . . She didn’t even have words for what that was.

For a while, neither of them moved. His heart was pounding against her chest, his breath hot and ragged against her neck, and she could still feel him twitching inside her.

Drew eased out of her and rolled onto his back beside her. They hadn’t bothered with a condom since that Sunday night on her living room rug, both of them counting on her pill. It wasn’t the most responsible thing she’d ever done, but right now, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Nicole was still breathing hard when she looked at him and started laughing. He grinned, breathless himself, and dragged a hand over his face.

“Shiiiiit.”

“I know, right?” She laughed again, turning toward him as he pulled her closer.

He kissed her forehead and settled back against the pillows with her tucked against his side. Somewhere under her hip, she was pretty sure she’d just found one of those chocolates.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Nicole had called Bailey again Sunday, as soon as she and Drew got back from Birmingham, and by Monday evening she still hadn’t heard a word. She’d been tempted to get in her car and drive over to Bailey and Ryan’s place, especially after what Toni told her that afternoon. Toni had run into Bailey on campus and asked why she’d missed the party, and Bailey said she’d had to work.

Interesting. Because Saturday night, Ryan had told Nicole she had homework.

Nicole was still thinking about it after Drew came over, stretched out between his legs on the couch with her back against his chest while he watched ESPN. His arm lay across her waist, his fingers moving back and forth over her stomach under the hem of her T-shirt. She’d been staring at the television for a good ten minutes and couldn’t have told anybody what was on.

“Something’s up with Bailey.” Nicole tipped her head back to look at him.

“Because she hasn’t called?” His eyes were still on the TV.

“Yeah, but it’s more than that. Ryan told me she had to study on Saturday, which is why she missed the party. But she told Toni she had to work.”