Free The Jock by Jasmine Leveaux Page B

would. But she also
realized that he'd laid his ego on the line tonight. Sam knew from the very way
she'd been avoiding him for the past three days that she wanted him as
passionately as he wanted her. But how many refusals for attention could a man
take? Perhaps he'd walk away and never look back. That thought was depressing
in the extreme.
    On
the other hand, Sam was a gentleman. If Gwenyth asked for time to sort out her
feelings, he'd give it to her. She didn't want him to think she flat out had no
interest in pursuing whatever it was that was burgeoning between them, but
neither did she think she was anywhere near ready to be intimate with him. She
decided to be honest. "I've wanted this since I was old enough to
fantasize, Sam..."
    He
sighed. "But?"
    Gwenyth
blew out a breath. "But I..." She shrugged her shoulders as she sat
up on her knees. "I just need some time to figure out my feelings. Can you
give me that, Sam?"
    "Sure,
Cupcake." He smiled disarmingly and a little too sweetly. Gwenyth sensed
that he hadn't given up. "You can think about anything you want for as
long as you want"—his smile turned feral—"so long as I'm buried ten
inches deep inside of you while you're doin' it." A muscle in his jaw
ticked as the towel around his hips was thrown to the floor.
    Gwenyth
licked her suddenly dry lips. Apparently baseball players weren't taught the
meaning of the words fair play at camp. She tried to maintain eye
contact, but her gaze, as if summoned by a force of its own, soon meandered
downward, to the magnificent erection jutting out from the nest of dark curls
on Sam's lower body. Good grief. He hadn't exaggerated about the ten
inches.
    Gwenyth
took a deep, steadying breath. She knew, just knew, that Sam was waiting for
her to make the first move. She could make love with him here and now or she
could send him on his way so she could be alone with her thoughts, so she could
decide her feelings. Mysteriously, option number two no longer held the same
appeal as it had before he'd removed the now infamous towel.
    "What's
it gonna be, Cupcake?" Sam's voice was thick with desire. "Are you
gonna keep playin' at the scared little girl or are you gonna quit runnin' and
face up to what's happenin' between us?" Hovering over the bed, he reached
down and traced the outline of her lower lip with his thumb. "I've been wantin'
you for half of forever, Gwenyth Marie."
    Gwenyth's
head shot up. She searched his eyes for any signs of a lie, but found nothing
there. Was it possible? Had Sam really thought of her as more than a little
sister, but refused to give into it because of her young age all those years
ago? The sheer prospect of that image being feasible warmed her heart and
softened her resolve to steer clear of him like nothing else could have.
    Gwenyth
gave herself over to what she'd wanted, to what she'd needed for as long as she
could remember. Already on her knees, she locked eyes with Sam as she
tentatively reached out for his hips and drew his body closer to her own.
Wordlessly, Gwenyth placed a sweet kiss in the middle of his neck, causing Sam
to drag in a ragged breath.
    Sam
twined his large hand around Gwenyth's topknot and used it to press her face
closer into his chest. He kissed the top of her head and groaned. Sam's
breathing grew more and more choppy as Gwenyth's kisses made a searing path
around first one flat nipple, and then the other. She worked her way down his
body with an agonizing slowness, one hand splayed against his chest, the other
now cupping his erection. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes.
"You're killin' me Gwen."
    Gwenyth
smiled against Sam's chest as she continued along the path she'd wanted to
tread down for years. She licked an imaginary circle around the center of his
hard, flat abdomen, stopping when she reached the tip of his erection. Sam
shuddered and groaned when Gwenyth licked the very top of his arousal. His
muscles bunched and tensed in anticipation of what he knew was