Play Maker by Katie McCoy Page A

with that, he braced his arms beside me. Lifting his hips, he pulled away, but before I could object, he thrust inside of me again. And again. And again. I moaned, feeling every glorious inch of him. My feet were planted on the mattress, my hips wide, wanting him deeper and deeper. I couldn’t get enough, my hands gripping his hips, his back, his ass. Every part of him was more beautiful than the next and I was greedy in my desire for him.
    “You feel so good,” James’ breath was hot against my ear. “I could fuck you all night.”
    But I could tell he was close. And I was too.
    “I’m going to come,” I moaned, feeling my fourth orgasm building inside me.
    “Fuck,” he groaned, his thrusting coming faster and faster. The bed shuddered with the intensity of his desire, as I grabbed fistfuls of bedding, sweat gathering at my temples. His own hands had pulled my legs up and around his waist. Each thrust hit my clit, and the pleasure was almost too much, too intense. I felt as if I might burst into pieces.
    Suddenly James stiffened above me. With a roar, he threw his head back and thrust one last time, setting off his orgasm and mine. I cried out, pleasure rippling through my body as he collapsed against me, our limbs tangled together in the glorious aftermath of some truly incredible sex.

8
    James
    H oly . Shit. My heart was racing, I could barely catch my breath and I was pretty sure that I wasn’t going to be able to walk for the next twenty-four hours. After ridding myself of the condom, I rolled onto my back, careful not to crush Nicole, though I found that I immediately missed the warmth of her body. Propping myself up on my elbow, I looked down at the glorious specimen of woman that was blessing my bed.
    Her blonde hair was spread across the expensive sheets, her eyes closed and her lips, by some miracle owed to God or the make-up industry, were still red. Her naked body was covered in a thin layer of perspiration, and while I’m sure I looked like I had run from London and back, her skin just had a gorgeous glow. And what skin it was. And what a body.
    Those curves of hers needed a road sign. They were bloody dangerous for anyone who didn’t know what they were doing. From the round curve of her perfect breasts, with their dusky pink nipples to the tapering of her narrow waist and the swell of her luscious hips, I was ready to take a map and go exploring again.
    Not that I would have the chance after tonight. This was a one night stand, remember?
    I chastised myself for not taking enough time to truly worship it, to examine each and every secret it held. It took a rare woman to hold my interest like this, especially immediately after sex, but there was no doubt that Nicole was a rare bird indeed.
    I couldn’t tell if she was asleep. Not that I would blame her. Usually after sex like that – ok, any sex – I was more than ready to pass out. For some reason, though, my body felt as though I had just chugged a six-pack of Red Bull. I was practically vibrating with adrenaline.
    And while I wasn’t quite ready to go again – though the longer I looked at her, the sooner that would change – I was still full of sexual energy. In fact, the room seemed full of it. With any luck we’d have time for one more round before we parted ways.
    I was still staring at her, when one of her eyes popped open.
    “Hello,” I curled a lock of her hair around my finger.
    “Hello,” she opened the other eye. She was smiling, but the openness that had been there when we entered the room, hell, when I entered her, wasn’t there any more. There was a wall all of a sudden.
    “I was thinking we could order some room service.” I had never known of a one night stand to turn down room service. “And then maybe make use of that second condom you brought.”
    She sat up, her breasts bouncing and for a moment I thought of reversing the order of my two offers. Sex again and then room service. But she was already getting up from