Page 77 of Forbidden Game

“I don’t see anyone in here now.”

“That’s because…” she trails off, and peers up at me through the wisps of her bangs. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” Her voice is soft as her fingers nervously twist in her hands. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to act around you anymore. It’s freaking me out.”

“You’re thinking about it too much, Syd.” I take one of her hands in mine and link our fingers together.

“All I’ve done is think of you.”

She blanches, realizing what she just said.

“I mean, I—,” she tries to backtrack, but it’s too late. “Crap.”

Her face falls, and I let out a soft laugh.

I’m on cloud-fucking-nine. Syd doesn’t even know the effect her words have on me. There are about a million fireworks going off in my chest right now because this blonde bombshell just admitted that she can’t stop thinking about me. That I’m living rent-free in her mind.

I’ve waited for the day when she thinks of me for even a fraction of the time I spend thinking about her.

“Then keeping thinking of me.” I let go of her hand and trail my hand up her arm, across the soft fabric, pausing when I reach the bare skin of her shoulder before cupping the back of her neck. “Think about how good my fingers feel against you. Think about how good they might feel inside you.” My thumb glides up her neck, and her lips part as I pull her toward me. “Are you thinking about it?” I whisper against her ear.

She nods absently. “Yes.” Her voice is deep and breathy and sexy as all hell.

“Good.” I pull back and look in her eyes. “Still freaking out?”

“Only a little.” She bites her lip and smiles.

Fuck me. That’s hot.

“A little?” I lean closer, keeping us centimeters apart. My heart thumps loudly within my chest, beating against me with every breath I take.

“Yeah. Now kiss me.” The corner of her mouth twitches up slightly.

“All you had to do was ask, love.”

I drag her lips to mine, stealing her breath for my own.

She sighs into me, and I drink her in, thirsty for every morsel she gives me. My hand tangles in the hair at the base of her neck, angling her up to me, deepening our kiss.

I can’t get enough of Sydney.

She could drown me with the taste of her, and I would say thank you until I passed into the afterlife.

I haul her onto the couch behind us, laying her on the soft cushions as I tower above her.

“There’s a perfectly good bed a few feet away,” she mutters against my lips.

“Too far.” I swipe my tongue across her lower lip.

The taste of her cherry lip gloss has me smiling. Always predictable this one.

She gasps into me. “Parker, bed.”

I growl, gripping the backs of her thighs and picking her up against me again. Her hot center presses against my dick as I carry her. The movement shifts her against me in a way that has my knees threatening to buckle.

She bounces on the bed, splaying against the crisp white sheets. Her hair tumbles loose from her bun, and her robe spills open, revealing a pale-blue matching lingerie set. The bra is sheer, and I see the hardened peaks of her nipples teasing through. She looks like an ice princess coming undone, melting under my touch.

“Damn.”

She smiles at me shyly, her hands coming down to toy with the belt of her robe. “Like what you see, Mr. Covington?”

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