Winning It All (Hometown Players Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page A

fact, if you took both men I’ve been with and put them together, they’re probably the size of what Sebastian has in his pants. Oh man, I am really going to do this.
    His fingers move out from under my dress, and he suddenly grabs my hips and lifts me, dropping my ass on the edge of the dryer. Then as he attacks my neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh, he pushes my dress up over my hips and hooks his fingers into my thong. He drops my underwear onto the floor without glancing at them, thankfully, because they’re soaking wet and not very sexy, just plain cotton, heather gray—the kind I wear under my yoga pants. I reach for his belt.
    Panic starts to seep into the edges of my lust. I still want him, I do, but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I don’t know the etiquette for this. Should we set rules here? Are there rules? Do I ask if he has a condom, or just give him the one I shoved in my bra earlier? Is that hot? Pulling a condom out of my bra? Or is it slutty? Oh God, I’m clueless.
    I get his pants undone and start to shove them off his hips but it’s hard because he has such a tight, hard ass. Seriously. It’s like a rock. A big, round, hot, sexy rock. His hands slide up my thighs, and once his pants are at his ankles I start to slide my own hands under his dress shirt. His stomach and chest are just as hard as his ass. Seriously, he must spend all his free time working out. That either means he’s already a member at another gym and I’ll never see him again or that he’s a workout-aholic and he’s going to be so impressed by this place he joins. I don’t know which scenario makes me more nervous—never seeing him again or seeing him every day after this.
    “Shay…baby…” His voice is soft but chastising, his accent heavy. “I’m about to touch you for the first time, really touch you, and you’re frowning.”
    I realize I’ve been stuck inside my head and I didn’t even realize his fingers are pressing against my inner thigh, inches from…And then two are inside me and my mouth opens in a wordless gasp. He covers it with his own mouth and his tongue starts to move in rhythm with his fingers and I start to tingle—down there . Oh my God, I can’t come. It’s too soon. He’ll think I’m like some weirdo who never has sex. It’s too needy and desperate…isn’t it? Besides, if I’m coming, I’m not doing it without him. Oh God. I am going to…
    I push him back. He looks startled for a second and then he smiles—it’s victorious and I blush. “You don’t want to come?”
    “Yes, I do. I just…” I scramble in my head for a way to make this hot. But I’ve never been the sexy, sultry type of girl. So I just pull the condom out of my bra and lean forward and press it into his rock-hard chest. “I want you to earn it the old-fashioned way.”
    He looks at the condom against his chest and smiles, his blue eyes flickering with something that looks like excitement and desire. Thank God I didn’t turn him off. “Challenge accepted.”
    I’m really going to do this, I realize as I watch him drop his boxer briefs without any hesitation or modesty. He’s got a pretty dick. I can’t believe that’s even a thought rolling through my head, but it is. I’ve never thought that about any dick before, but his is long and thick without being too thick, and it looks like a work of fucking art. I think I’ve lost my fucking mind.
    He rips open the condom package and slides it on with one hand as he reaches out with his other hand and grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me into another kiss. “Slow or fast? Light or hard?”
    “Surprise me.”
    I spread my legs, making room for him between them, and his hand slides down my neck to my back and then to my ass. He holds me on the very edge of the dryer and slides into me in one steady movement. I drop backward onto my elbows, arching my back, and he makes this sound in the back of his throat. Yeah. This is insane and I fucking