Game Plan by Karla Doyle Page A

worn, then stripped himself naked. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. His knees thudded on the hardwood. He drew her legs over his shoulders and drove his tongue into her hot center. Did a little swirl-thrust, then headed up to her clit, where it pulsed exactly how she liked.
    “Mmm, that’s…” Nice, good, incredible. What was better than incredible? “Oh, oh…right there, harder.” A lightning strike of pleasure hit. She jerked against his face, hips rolling and grinding upward. With every flick of his tongue she unraveled further. She clawed at the bedspread, balling it up in clenched fists. Trying to hold off a tiny bit longer. Then she was falling. Or flying. Panting, clutching his head, lost in a wave of sensation that went on and on.
    The aftershocks faded, leaving every nerve ending super sensitized. Minutes—no, seconds—earlier, she couldn’t get enough contact. Now she pushed at the top of his head, beat her heels on his back.
    “Mason, you have to stop.” She tried wriggling away, but his hands remained clamped around her thighs, his face buried between her legs. Torturing her with soft strokes of his tongue. “I can’t take any more. Please.”
    A muffled chuckle tickled her thigh. He kissed the inside of one leg, then the other, before rising from the floor. “One down.”
    “That counted for my two. At least.” She ogled him openly as he retrieved a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on. God, he made her mouth water. “If you come as fast as I did, we’ll have plenty of time for sandwiches.”
    “Your priority here is lunch meat?” He stood between her legs, manmeat at the ready. “Because I can do fast.” He cupped the back of her knee and rolled her onto her stomach. Smoothed his hands down her legs, made sure her feet were planted solidly on the floor. He bent over her back and whispered in her ear, “I’ll come as fast as you do—this time.”
    Andie looked over her shoulder in time to see his face as he straightened and sank into her waiting body. The muscles in his neck and shoulders were taut. His jaw clenched. But no strain showed in his eyes, only a spark meant just for her. His mouth curled into a sexy smile. The knowing kind.
    His left hand splayed on the bed beside her. She rose to her forearms, pressing her back to his hard chest, giving her breasts room to rasp against the blanket with each deep, rhythmic thrust. Her nipples tightened. She squeezed a hand between her body and the bed. Pulled back the folds of skin preventing her clit from enjoying the same hot friction. Oh yes. Much better.
    “I love your soft little moans.” He breathed the words in her ear. Brought his right hand under her and caressed her breast. The gentle touch ended when he reached her nipple. He plucked it, rolled it between his fingers, pinched.
    Heat bloomed under his touch, shot straight to her clit. “Oh god. Harder.”
    Mason’s lips brushed the side of her neck. “Pinch you harder, or fuck you harder?”
    “Yes.”
    No more questions, he just acted. Clamped down on her nipple, relented, then squeezed the bud again. He drove into her harder. Ground his hips to her ass, forcing her mound to rub the edge of the mattress. His head pressed hers, his face buried in her hair. Cursing, almost growling as he held back, focusing on her. Waiting for her. Not because he had to—because he chose to.
    “Now,” was all she managed as her climax hit. It was enough.
    “Fuck…you feel so fucking good.” He ground out the words while slamming into her, taking his release hard and deep in her body.
    She pancaked to the bed with him on her back. Both of them sweaty, hot and winded. As if they’d run a marathon. “I won.”
    “Yeah? Me too.” He kissed her neck before making a quick trip to the bathroom, wherever that was, then laughing when he reentered the room. “You haven’t moved.”
    “Can’t. I think I’ve become one with your bed.”
    “So you’ll be