Page 94 of Forbidden Game

I fucking miss her taste.

We’re hidden in the silent darkness of her bedroom. There is just the dim haze of moonlight seeping through the open door from her living room. Paired with the white glow from her alarm clock, it’s enough to clearly define the outline of her soft body. It makes everything feel just a little more confined. As though this very moment isn’t real because we can hide behind the shadows.

It’s that feeling of anonymity that has me reaching up to cup her face.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

She should be resting.

But I can’t stay away.

“Yeah, Syd?”

She pulls me closer. So fucking close that our lips are grazing against one another with the lightest touch. I inhale and get drunk on her cherry scent.

“Ask me again. Ask me what I want.”

Her lips move against mine as she says the words, and I can barely focus on what she’s saying. I just want to devour her.

“What do you want?” The words are strangled as they leave my throat.

“I want to be with you.” Her lips press slightly against mine as she says it.

“You mean—”

“I mean I kind of like you,” she huffs, and her breath becomes one with mine. The entire world blacks out, and the only light is her. “Like you, like you. I don’t want any more gray areas. No more blurred lines. I want us together.”

Hope sparks.

I want to believe her. God, I want to believe her so fucking badly.

But I honestly don’t know if it’s her talking. She’s been through the ringer the last twenty-four hours, so I’m not sure if she even knows what she’s saying. The last thing I want is to get my hopes up only for her to crush them in the light of day. I might put on a brave face, but I don’t think even I could handle that blatant a rejection.

“Are you sure you’re thinking clearly?” The words are painful as they leave my lips.

It would be so easy to just take her words as they are, but I respect us, what we could be, too much for that.

Raw rejection pierces her eyes, and her breath hitches. I feel her hands slip briefly from their hold on my top before they tighten again.

“I thought that—” Her voice cracks. “I thought that you wanted me.”

Fuck.

Fuck, I’m fucking this all up.

I push myself up and onto the edge of her bed.

“I do.” I tip forward so my forehead rests against hers, and my hands come up to rest on her bare thighs. “Sydney, I want you so fucking much that I would sell my soul just for a minute of your time. You’re my Eve, and I want to keep you in my garden until the end of time. But I also know that you were half-delirious not even eight hours ago, so I just…I just want to make sure you know what you’re saying.”

She sighs, and my chest hollows out as fear attempts to seep in.

“I’m sure, Parker. It might scare me half to death, and this could go horribly wrong, but I’m sure.” Her hands come to lie on top of mine, and she links our fingers together. “I promise that when we wake up, my decision won’t have changed.”

There are so many questions.

But I ignore them all for the carnal desire burning inside me.

I take Sydney’s lips with mine.

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