Page 108 of Game Over

I crash my lips to hers, my eyes fluttering shut. On contact, I pry the most deliciously addicting whimper from her—as if she's yearned for this exact moment for just as long as I have. The sound rumbles against my skin, and it's all I can manage to keep still, to only cup her jaw lightly.

Letting her decide how far to take this.

Our lips resound on her withdrawal. Short and sweet, exactly what I expected. Not much different than our first kiss. She's probably just testing the waters. She's a virgin, anyway—

Before I can take a full breath, she crashes back for more, her tongue bruising my lips in a blinding kiss that splits my mind in two. I groan as her fingers thread through my hair and her tongue darts past my lips, wanting nothing more than to see her writhing beneath me.

But still, I hold the reins on my control. Meeting her, stroke for stroke, savoring her sweet taste, trying not to think about where she tastes even better. Indeed, I banish those sinful thoughts, as I'm unsure of how far her intentions go...

That is, until a hand presses between the lapels of my suit, flat against my chest, and pushes me to lounge back into the couch. With her lips still on mine and my eyes still shut in darkness, her body cranes over me with the movement, farther and farther, until I feel the full weight of her on my lap.

As she straddles me.

THIRTY-THREE

JULIANA

Hayden's holding himself back. I know he is. And maybe that's a good thing, but... I want to witness all that restraint crumble.

My knees sink into the leather on either side of him, jumbling the hem of my dress higher up my waist, exposing my panties—not that he can see them with his eyes closed. Above the jet's hum, our kiss resounds into the air, sucking and lapping one another as I trail both hands down the backside of his neck, dragging my nails through his hair.

He groans softly.

Not enough.

Growing bold, I nibble his bottom lip, tugging until it plops back into place.

A growl rumbles against my skin.

I open my eyes, just a tad, catching his knuckles whitening along the edge of the couch cushion. But still, he doesn't touch me. I bite harder, repeating the motion with more aggression.

"Fuckkk, Jules."

Oh, God, his voice... deep, gravelly, guttural, everything a girl could ever want, and it only hikes my arousal higher, enough that I'm veering off course, trailing my lips across his jawline, dropping down to his—

I freeze as doubt creeps into me. Is it weird for a girl to kiss a guy's neck? Not wanting to find out if it is, I'm about to venture back, until his head falls back on a curse. Confidence surges through me, but I hold back, just in case, giving him a peck, then another, a tiny bit lower.

He shudders.

I bite down on a fiendish smile. "You like that?" Kiss.

A grunt is his only reply.

I sneak another peek, catching him clutching the cushion. Why won't he touch me? I wonder, even though I know the answer.

"Is it just me, or are you a little stiff?"

Kiss, kiss, kiss...

He grits his teeth. "I have... to be... gentle with you."

"Do you?"

"Juliana..." he warns.

A part of me trembles at his seriousness, understands that I may just be in over my head, that I shouldn't want it any other way for my first time. But the other part of me... it quickly takes over, needing to see him come undone, to unravel because he can't control himself when it comes to me.

I latch onto his throat, moaning louder than necessary. His response is immediate as he shuffles beneath my weight, rocking my body along with him, his pulse fluttering under my tongue as I lap up his sensitive skin. Mimicking as he once did me, I work down the column of his throat, then back up, leaving a trail of saliva in my wake.

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