Page 113 of Devious Knight

“Bend over a little more.”

I narrow my eyes, but I do bend some more. It feels weird because now it looks like I’ll miss.

“Bend over some more.” His voice drops lower.

I look over my shoulder and frown when I find him staring shamelessly at my ass.

I straighten instantly, but he doesn’t stop looking.

“You know I can still see it, right?” He cocks his head and smiles.

“What is the matter with you? We’re supposed to be playing a game.”

“And we are. Come here.” He sets his cue stick aside and steps forward.

I move away before he grabs me. “Kade.”

“Isabelle. Come here.” His voice is like a dirty lullaby, designed to make you give in to him.

I can’t. “No.”

“Why?”

“Why do you want me to go to you?”

“I want to touch you.” He follows me around the table.

We must look comical. Especially when I burst into a run. Of course, he catches me. Two large arms swoop around my waist and pull me flush against the steel walls of his chest.

“You do know I’m the quarterback of the team for a reason, right?”

“It’s not to chase me.”

“If you run, I’ll always catch you, Lolita.” He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck and plants soft kisses against my skin.

It’s too much. And damn my stupid body. It likes his possessive touch and the languid kisses he feeds me.

He turns me to face him, and his lips find mine like they always do. I’m so lost in the fire of his kiss that I don’t even back down. I kiss him back and sink into him when he slips his hand behind my head, lacing his fingers through my hair.

There is no resistance in my body. Not even a little bit.

I want him to touch me everywhere the way he did at the library, and I don’t care about the consequences.

The buzz of my phone snaps us from the haze. It’s my alarm.

The sound of it makes me aware of how late it is. Way past the time I should be here.

“Don’t answer the phone,” he whispers over my lips, keeping me right there so I’m a kiss away.

“It’s my alarm.” I’m supposed to check that I have everything ready for my meeting with Parker.

“Even better. Stay the night.”

My breath hitches, and my mind flips into a tailspin. “I…can’t.”

“You want to.”

“I have to go.”

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