“Sweetheart, you have no fucking idea. And do you know what I love more than playing a game?”
“Let me guess,” she mocks. “Win?—”
She doesn’t get to finish her word. Instead, I steal it.
She’s fucking right. Winning is fucking everything to me, and I’m about to prove to her just how good it’s going to feel.
Her palms press against my chest, and for a brief second, I think I’ve read this whole situation wrong and she’s going to push me away.
I’ll feel like an asshole if she does, because I never want to overstep with a woman who isn’t along for the ride.
But then, just when I’m convinced I’ve fucked up, her fingers curl in the fabric of my shirt and her lips part.
Fuck. Yes.
My tongue rushes out, eager to meet hers.
The second we collide, desire hits me right in the cock.
I step forward, forcing my thigh between hers before I begin moving in time with the music as I continue to devour her.
Her hands move, sliding up my chest until she threads her fingers in my hair, holding me against her.
I groan as she twists the short lengths at the nape of my neck, sending the perfect amount of pain down my spine.
My hand on her ass tightens as I grind against her, and I know the second I hit the sweet spot because her head falls back on a gasp.
I smirk as she stares up at me with hooded, glazed eyes.
The sweet satisfaction of victory rushes through my veins. I don’t let her see it, though. Not yet. I’ve got a point to prove first.
My mouth finds hers again, and I kiss her until she’s clawing at my back, desperate for more.
Dragging my lips across her jaw, I nibble and lick down her neck before finding her ear.
“You’re trembling,” I point out, in case she hasn’t noticed the effect I’m having on her.
“Shut up,” she hisses.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Still want to try to convince me that you don’t want me? It’s too late; there’s already a damp patch on my thigh.”
“Shut up,” she repeats, but she doesn’t pull away; in fact, she does the opposite and pulls my mouth back to hers, taking exactly what she needs, and fuck me if that isn’t the biggest turn-on I’ve ever experienced.
5
BEATRICE
Heat burns through me. I swear I’m seconds away from combusting, and it isn’t from embarrassment. What he just said is true. And right now, I can’t find it in me to care.
It’s been so long since I felt like this. Since I shed everything that stops me from being reckless and just let go.
Our kiss is effortless. It’s as natural as breathing, and I never want it to end. His tongue teases mine in the best kind of way, but when he nips my bottom lip, holy hell. A little of that and just the right pressure from his thigh and I could come standing right here in the middle of all these people.
Even that isn’t enough to stop me.
I want more.
I want everything.
