Slam Dunk: Black & White Collection by Mari Carr Read Free Book Online Page B

she’d been in a long time.
    However, watching Trey coach their team, seeing his pride in how much the girls had learned so far, fired Ellie’s libido to a dangerous extent. She’d been determined to abide by her vow, but Trey made it too damn tough. When he kissed her in the parking lot, her body won the struggle over her common sense.
    While she was determined not to give into the trap of a relationship, that didn’t change the fact she was fucking hot and horny and tired of fighting it. It had been well over a year since she’d had sex. After Joel’s betrayal, her libido had seemed to shrivel up, her interest in sex waning. Trey had brought it back to life—big time.
    Trey was a player. She knew that. But he was also a good friend and she trusted him. She’d made a vow not to get involved with another colleague and she meant to abide by that. However, there was a difference between a relationship and casual sex.
    She didn’t want to date Trey, but God help her, she wanted to sleep with him. Lucky for her, Trey’s past relationships—according to Grace—were light on emotion and heavy on sex. When she considered it, Trey was actually the perfect guy for her because he wouldn’t ask her for something she wasn’t able to give. He’d made no secret of his attraction for her, so why not give in to it?
    She dealt the next hand, hitting both of them with a third card. She looked at her cards. She’d busted. Trey flipped over an eighteen and gave her a wicked grin.
    He hadn’t put his shirt back on and she thought perhaps she’d sealed her own fate in the outcome of the game. It was hard to concentrate on the cards with all those dark, rock-hard muscles distracting her. Trey rose and she fought to take a steady breath. She was too nervous, too excited, too ready.
    “Turnabout’s fair play.” He gestured to her shirt. “Take it off.”
    She clutched her hands together tightly in her lap and tried to stall. He’d never seen her naked and suddenly she was worried. She wasn’t curvy by any stretch of the imagination. “I’m not allowed to participate. Remember?” There was no way she could move from her present position without shaking herself off the couch. She wasn’t scared, but she was afraid Trey would misinterpret her trembling as fear and stop the game before they even started.
    Trey knelt before her, his eyes narrowed. “Then get ready to start receiving.” He grasped the hem of her shirt and slowly dragged it upwards. His hands caressed her skin as he removed the material. She raised her arms above her head to help him. Trey gradually bared her chest, cleared her head, but he stopped when the shirt was gathered around her elbows. He tightened his grip on the material, holding her captive with her arms raised.
    “Trey,” she said when he paused. His gaze traveled down her chest, lingering on her breasts. The silence was unnerving and her apprehension escaped. “Not much there, huh?” She tried to joke, wishing his face would give her some indication of his thoughts. Unfortunately, it was currently set in stone.
    She tried to free her arms, but Trey tightened his hold. “You can only receive,” he reminded her.
    Before she could respond, he used his grip on her shirt and arms to twist her until she lay flat on her back along the couch. He followed the motion, coming over and straddling her hips, while keeping her arms raised and trapped.
    There was no way to conceal her anticipation and anxiety. Her breathing was too labored, too harsh. With his free hand, Trey snapped open the front clasp of her bra with a practiced hand. The material sprung apart, baring her completely.
    “Leave your hands there.” He released his grip, but his commanding tone and hungry look compelled her to obey.
    Reaching down, he cupped her breasts in each of his large palms, gently squeezing the flesh until she squirmed beneath him.
    “You’re the perfect size for my hands.” He demonstrated his point by pressing